The little maid 'Yeda' sat on the wooden chair outside her mistress's bedroom, her head slowly nodding off to sleep.
Outside the window, the beautiful crescent moon was hazy and tranquil, its moonlight caressing Yeda's sleeping face through thin curtains. Although an incongruous shadow flashed by outside, it didn't disturb our smiling little maid.
Yeda was having a sweet dream. In it, the handsome Prince Rochester was holding her hand, twirling her around at a ball. The prince's face was so handsome, it was almost identical to Cliff, the eldest son at the candy store.
Cliff—no, it was Prince Rochester's hand that hugged Yeda's waist, sliding down slowly with the melodious music, finally landing on her plump buttocks. This made Yeda flush red.
"Your, Your Highness?" She asked shyly.
"What's the matter, my little darling?" The prince asked affectionately, "My walnut soft candy, my caramel chocolate, my most delicious preserved chestnuts, is there something wrong?"
