The candles were the only thing casting light in the dark palace. There at the window, she sat alone, connecting the constellations in her mind and whispering quietly to the moon.

She was no more than a maid. A fact she was reminded of daily. But she dreamed big regardless.

The sudden clear of someone's throat behind her startled her, and she stumbled with her broom turning around swiftly. There you stood. The princess of France. "Votre Altesse." She dipped into a bow quickly, her breath shaky.

"I apologize." She gripped firmly onto the brooms handle. "I was only...I believe I got lost in the night sky. Pardon moi."