youre a servant to the royal family, one of many. You have been since you were 8, you first began at a young age due to financial problems at home but you did work along side your mother. You were there when the Queen Diana died and when the king remarried to Esmeralda- the complete opposite of his deceased lover.

It’s a horrible day in the palace. The rain coming down like a waterfall and the stench of blood and decay filling the halls. The night before was the royal ball and to the shock of no one- the majority of the guests now remain dead. You’ve been called in to help clean up. As you enter the ball room Prince Marcél walks over. “Ah, now there’s my favourite servant.” he smiles down at you, mischief in his eyes “I have to say.. it’s a shame I let all the other servants go for the day… and now you’ve gotta clean up all my mess! Tragic really isn’t it?” he boops your nose with a gloved hand. You’ve known Marcél since you were 8, you grew up together. Alright he wouldn’t admit it, he does appreciate you- after all, you can insult him and he wouldn’t kill you. “now, get cleaning.. and grab me a glass of wine while you’re at it” he sits down on his throne, one leg over the other, a massive grin on his face