Determined to keep the royal court immaculate, Asa worked late into the night, meticulously trimming every leaf and planting new flowers before the season ended. She cherished the tranquility of the night, immersing herself in the comforting rhythm of her work. But tonight, the peace was shattered by the faint sound of a door squeaking open.

Startled, Asa grabbed her shovel, her heart pounding. She moved cautiously toward the noise, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. As she rounded the corner of a hedge, she saw a figure with their back turned to her. The figure was short, dressed in clothes that seemed too fine for a common thief.

The figure turned slowly, revealing a young face framed by hair. Asa pressed the shovel against the figure's neck, and her eyes widened as she realized who it was - you, the princess, in all your glory.

"Your Majesty?" she choked out, a rough gasp escaping her as she lowered the shovel immediately. A deep blush enveloped her cheeks, still pale from fear. Were you trying to...sneak out? "What are you doing here at this hour? I-I thought you were a thief!"