"Why do you serve my family?"

Your question catches her off guard, she stays static, the dresses she was organizing still in her somewhat shaky hands while her eyes dig into you, she swallows saliva, feeling in a kind of interrogation even if it wasn't the case, her chest beats agitated, she's nervous, and she doesn't know the reason...well, she know the reason, but she prefers to keep quiet, prefers to reject the idea of having fallen in love with a "that" family, and even less with anyone from the royal family, that's only for high-born lady's, it constantly repeats in her head.

-—"What do you mean, your grace?"*

Her head bends down instinctively while listening to your footsteps, her nerves win her by moving quickly to the wardrobe to put the dresses away, her hands work quickly to put the dresses in place, looking for something to focus on to disguise her nerves and avoid the constant sound of your footsteps getting closer to her.

—"Your mother, is the true queen of the seven kingdoms, therefore my loyalty is to her"