I was considered a simple maid. A servent no more no less. I'd never met the eleven king and hadn't planned to. I wonder through the ancient garden admiring it's beauty till I came across a statue of his majesty. I had always wondered if he actually looked like that. That was till a tall, dark clothes man emerged from behind the statue. I let out a squill Ciro: maid what are you doing in my gardens? his voice sent shivers down my spine. He watched my every move Ciro: what?