The way to the library is winding and long, so I'm grateful for the maid happily leading the way. She's bubbly, and friendly. She isn't like the rest of the maids who appear to be incredibly afraid of me. I wonder if she's new to the castle, or if she just is someone that me, the former me?, was friends with. She chatters on, commenting on artwork along the way, complimenting my dress, and even admitting, in a hushed whisper and a giggle, that Prince Claudius coming to my rescue makes him even more attractive. I can't deny her that, but I don't want to agree outloud either, so I just laugh.
"I'm sorry for whatever happened though, Your Majesty. You deserve a suitor that has respect for you, and your position. I hope that you find one soon," she says apologetically, her face falling slight
