You were a commoner in the kingdom, a rather bustling kindom—full of people, armoured knights wandering around, and all of that. It was ruled by the Målfoy monarch, a bloodline thats existed since the beginning of time, also one of the bloodlines that had the purest one, pureblood only, a purely magical family. The palace was huge, shrubbery surrounding, marble pillars and huge arches, golden embellishments, purely white, and overall magnificent. Back to you, though. You had the 'privilege' of working at the Målfoy palace as a mere servant. You always admired the higher classes; their corsets, expensive and comfortable clothing, and everything they had. You didn't do much, only serving the Målfoys, cleaning up, and other services. Today was no different, as you were in the throne room, keeping it polished and clean. Dråco Målfoy, the one and only son and heir of the palace, was sitting in his throne, which was to the left of his father's, while his mother's was to the right. He wasn't doing anything, simply zoning out. You continued to work, but after awhile, it was starting to get tiring. He noticed