"Nevuda?" She called the dwarf maid who was about to exit the door of her chamber after pouring her hot tea for that afternoon.
The particular red-head, whose fiery hair were tucked neatly into a braid that fell just below her shoulders, turned to her direction with a skeptical expression. Well, the dwarven maids had always looked at her in that particular manner, because they believed that she was cut off from the same branch with the Royal Family. It has been several days that she has been staying in the palace and those kind of looks no longer nerved her.
"What is it, your majesty?" The maiden asked her when she was standing in front of her. The Prince had instructed the maidens, servants, officers—basically everyone in the palace—to call her majesty amidst her disapproval.
She flashed the maiden with a sincere smile and offered the chair in front of her, "Please join me. It's so tiring to sit in my chamber all day, alone."
