mykita's pov....
what the! was this prince for real, me! his personal maid, I don't even know how to take care of my own self, how am I going to take care of him and when did I kill his parents, I don't even work in this palace. when did I even think about the king and the queen, I was snapped back to reality when I heard a maid talk to me rudely.
maid: hey miss! take these clothes
mykita: b...b... but! they're a bit small, I'm not sure it's gonna fit
maid: hey!!!! what are you trying to say, are you trying to tell me you have a curvy body and so what! these are the only clothes you're gonna get, you can't enter the king's chambers without these clothes so your choice! (throwing the clothes at her)
mykita: (sighs)*she picks up the clothes and heads towards the bathroom* ten minutes later, she came out of the bathroom looking smoking hot in what was supposed to be a maid's dress
maid: don't go and seduce our king with your body, I can't believe a criminal got the chance to be the king's personal maid without even trying. you should be given a death sentence (snorts)
mykita walks away with a sullen face, a guard guides her to the kings chambers. with her head hunging low she approaches the prince who was busily sipping his wine.