"Your Highness! Your Highness! Where are you!"
In the capital city, inside the castle. The maids were busy running around. This caught the attention of the third prince, Alicia, who was sitting in the flower garden alone. She heard the sound of someone's feet rushing, which disrupted her reading session. A while after, a maid was running around in a frenzy, and they kept yelling, "Your highness," Their arms were full of fancy fabrics, polish for furniture, and another task for preparing the whitmoon festival and the prince's 12th-year party. They look so busy, yet they are still searching for "Your Highness." What made them so panicked that they had to put work aside?
"What's the matter?" Alicia asked a passing maid because the maid did not refer to which "highness" they called; she thought they were calling for her.
The maid was immediately surprised to see Alicia calling out to her.
"I'm sorry, princess!" the maid yelled as she bowed.
