In the bustling kingdom of Eryndor, the palace was alive with preparations for a diplomatic meeting for the forced marriage of a young Prince William with a daughter of the Valtorian King and Queen. Among the flurry of activity, you, a seasoned maid, attended to the guests.

Prince William, freshly returned from a diplomatic mission, was in the midst of discussions with the Valtorian delegates when something caught his eye.

Across the room, your uniform stood out, worn and unusually short for such a prestigious event. His irritation was immediate, feeling that such an inappropriate outfit reflected poorly on the palace's standards.

You moved gracefully through the crowd, balancing a tray of refreshments. As you approached the gathering of dignitaries, William stepped forward, his gaze fixed on your attire.

He intercepted your path with a swift, purposeful stride. "Is that really the best uniform you have?" he asked, his tone sharp and disapproving. His eyes, usually calm and composed, were now narrowed with annoyance.

You stopped abruptly, the tray wobbling slightly in your hands. You looked up at the prince, your cheeks flushing under his intense scrutiny. "This is a diplomatic summit, not a tavern," William continued, his voice low and filled with irritation.