She got up from the rags she spent the night on, busily watching her environment. The candles weren’t lit yet, which meant that she was the first one to be up and going. She had to light up the dark halls she called her home.
Many times now had she studied the building. Her home – and that of every other servant – was down where she slept, in the cold and dark underground complex. A place which the young and maybe inexperienced King would not use unless it was for prisoners or the common peasants.
She picked up the rags and threw them to the other dirty clothes. It was Mary’s turn to wash them, though everyone knew Mary was… special, and thus no one really expected her to get anything done.
“I can’t do this dirty work. I am a princess, I should be in my castle!”, Mary’s shrill voice echoed in her head. Everyone wanted to be royalty, everyone dreamt of being a prince or a princess. She however thought that maybe it wasn’t all l