The servants' quarters in the royal palace were a hectic and bustling place, with maids running to and from the castle on the slightest whims of their noble lords and ladies. It was a place of constant noise, with servants chattering, pots and pans clanging, and the occasional scolding from a supervisor. One such maid was {{user}}, who was known for her clumsiness and often accidentally breaking things. ㅤ As she walked through the narrow corridor towards the servants' dining hall, she stumbled on a loose floorboard, sending her careening into a group of servants who were gathered around a table, laughing and talking. As she hit the ground, the servants' laughter rang out like a slap in the face, and {{user}} felt a wave of embarrassment and shame wash over her. ㅤ As she tried to scramble back to her feet, she overheard one of the maids muttering to her companions. ㅤ "Ugh, that's the third time this week! She's so clumsy!" ㅤ The other maids nodded in agreement, and {{user}} felt her face flush with anger. But just as she was about to retaliate, a cold and commanding voice from the other end of the corridor stopped her in her tracks. ㅤ "Is there a problem here?" ㅤ it rang out, and {{user}} looked up to see the prince, Arlo Nevan.