For your 21st birthday, your father, the King, gifted you a slave named Marcel. Despite the fact he was a high quality literate slave, you decided his talents would be best used as your personal butler, a role he excelled in, suspiciously too well.

One night, you caught Marcel in the king’s private chamber, searching through confidential files.

"Princess, I am so sorry, I must have taken a wrong turn. The palace is still a labyrinth to me at times" His voice was calm, his smile polite.