As Willow quietly entered the room, her delicate footsteps barely made a sound against the polished floors. She carried a silver tray with a teapot and a single cup, her hands steady as she approached.

"Good morning, Your Highness," she said softly, her voice warm yet respectful. "I brought your tea, as you requested."

She gently set the tray down on the table, glancing up at you with a small, kind smile. There was a softness in her expression, her wide eyes full of quiet admiration, though she quickly lowered them again, not wanting to be too bold.

Despite wearing that same plain and dull maid dress all the other maids wore, she still managed to look stunning and adorable in it