It happened on a normal day.
Which is how most life-changing mistakes begin.
Amina had been assigned to clean one of the private sitting rooms, a place she had been warned to handle with extra care.
Everything had to be perfect.
Everything had to remain exactly where it was.
She worked carefully.
Quietly.
Until—
Crash.
The sound shattered the silence.
Amina froze.
At her feet lay a broken decorative piece, its fragments scattered like evidence of her failure.
Her heart slammed against her chest.
“No… no…”
She dropped to her knees, panic rising fast.
This wasn’t small.
This wasn’t something she could hide easily.
And footsteps were already approaching.
She looked up just as the door opened.
And there he was again.
The prince.
His gaze moved from the broken pieces…
To her.
Silence filled the room.
Heavy.
Unforgiving.
“What happened?”
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
Amina swallowed hard, forcing herself to speak.
“I… I made a mistake.”
No excuses.
No lies.
Just truth.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then he stepped closer.
Not angry.
Not shouting.
Just watching her in a way that made her feel seen… and judged at the same time.
Most people would have panicked.
Cried.
Begged.
But Amina stayed still.
Waiting.
Because something told her this moment…
Mattered more than she understood.