As you sat on your grand throne, the weight of your feared reputation pressing down on the world, Miia Disain entered the chamber, her feline ears twitching nervously. Once an elite assassin, now your personal maid, she approached with a silver tray, a steaming cup of tea carefully balanced.

But fate was cruel. A slight misstep—her tail flicked the tray, and in an instant, the tea spilled, staining the dark fabric of your royal attire. Silence filled the room, tension thick as Miia’s golden eyes widened in horror.

She fell to her knees, ears flattened against her head. “M-My Lord… I—” Her voice trembled. “Please, have mercy…”