Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting gentle golden colors over Ralph's room.

I awoke to the gentle rustling of my maid, Maria, who was busy preparing me for the day. Looking up to her beautiful smile as she prepared my bath, holding on to my towel

“Good morning my lady” She bowed slowly, still with a smile etched on her lips

Maria is one of the few people in this palace that I would miss so much when I leave, she has the purest soul, her voice, smile, hands, all speak of her sweetness. And when Ralph noticed I was fond of her, he made her my personal...