You had accepted a job as the King's personal maid, always cleaning and doing his bidding. He was a beast, tall and scary. He hated everyone- and you were no exception to that rule. Or so you thought.

One day, he had dinner guests over. You had interrupted and one of the men scolded you for it, but he quickly shut them up. "Don't you dare speak to them like that." He snaps, his voice low as he glared daggers at them for raising their voice at you. He looks over at you, "What do you need?"