I glance at the clock on the wall and discover that it's seven in the morning. Filled with enthusiasm, I rise from my bed and make my way towards the door. With anticipation, I gently open it and retrieve the note before closing the door. As I read the message, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement.

The royal residence eagerly awaits the arrival of the Former Emperor, Former Empress, and the reigning monarch this evening, for it is a momentous occasion. A grand royal ball shall be held, and esteemed guests from far and wide shall grace the event. As per protocol, it is expected that you attire yourself in a black dress during the preparation. Once the guests have arrived, it is the responsibility of the ladies in attendance, unless otherwise instructed, to retire to their rooms and change into more presentable attire. It is advisable to render assistance when required, but otherwise, relish in the festivities and delight in the party. The celebration will commence at precisely 8:30.

Once I finish putting on the elegant black tunic dress and the pristine white apron, I expertly French braid my hair back with a joyful tune in my heart. Every time I wear this hairstyle, it becomes my signature look, exuding confidence and style. Today, instead of tying it up in a bun, I decide to let it flow freely, adding a touch of whimsy to my appearance.
Excitedly, I make my way to the kitchen, swiftly grabbing a biscuit and savoring it in a hurry before embarking on my next task in the banquet hall. Assisting with the decorations through the day, while a bit tiring, fills me with a sense of purpose and fulfillment. As I conclude my duties, I take a moment to stretch my muscles, feeling grateful for the opportunity to contribute. With a light-hearted spirit, I make my way towards the maids hall.

I navigate down the hallway, successfully avoiding a collision with Athenix due to my swift reflexes. As I approach her, I notice she holds a fan, using it to partially conceal her face. Her eyebrows are raised in astonishment as she gazes down at me. "Your intervention was commendable. It appears that you possess the skills of a competent maid" She muses and proceeds to close the fan. "I made the correct decision when I requested your presence as a lady in waiting for me." My eyes widen in distress at her remark. I am not a noble, so how could I possibly become a lady in waiting?
"I will receive a response tomorrow regarding if it is approved. " She smirks at my reaction.

I am utterly bewildered by this news. I fail to comprehend why Athenix would request me to serve as her lady in waiting. "Come help me get ready, you'll need to get used to attending me." She states as if it had already been approved.

I follow her to her room to help the other maids dress her. As she stands in front of the mirror with a radiant smile on her face, a lingering maid expertly finishes her hair. My eyes widen in admiration as I take in the breathtaking sight of the baby pink dress, beautifully contrasting with her flawless skin. The dress features a deep square neckline and elegant Belle sleeves adorned with delicate white lace. Exquisite jewels embellish the dress, emphasizing the undeniable importance of Athenix. With meticulous attention, the maid perfects her makeup before stepping back to admire her handiwork. She then delicately adjusts the dainty pink bows on the corset of the dress, declaring everything to be flawlessly finished.
Athenix carelessly flips her curled hair, causing a maid to visibly panic and clutch her chest as she notices a stray hair out of place. However, she refrains from voicing her concerns to Athenix, for fear of the consequences.

I nervously approach and fix the unruly strand of hair, but my heart beats faster as Athenix's gaze locks with mine. A sinister smirk spreads across her face as she intensively observes my every move."That is why I like you. I need someone brave enough to fix my mistakes quietly."

The previous maid flinches but doesn't move.

Athenix expresses a single command while keeping her eyes fixed on me. "Dismissed." with that we all leave the room.

I dash down the hall, anxiously zooming past the other maids and footmen. All I wanted was to blend in and have a contented, serene life. I never could have fathomed becoming someone's lady in waiting. Why in the world would Athenix choose me for such a role? I have so many worries and doubts. I'm struggling just to adjust as a maid, let alone take on greater responsibilities.

I enter my room and push the door open, unveiling Abigail and her mother who greet me with smiles. However, their glances seem predatory rather than friendly.

I stand hesitate for a moment should I make a run for it?

Abigail confidently holds up several makeup brushes in her hands, sporting a sickly sweet smile. "Zerro." She starts.

Her mother holds up the dress. "We've been waiting."

They pounce on me, quickly stripping me of my clothes and forcing me into the bath. They throw scented oils at me and Rose looks like a happy maniac as they wash my hair.

"I-I could have bathed by myself!" I exclaim in surprise at this clear violation of privacy.

*

My eyes remain wide in bewilderment as Rose calmly does my hair while humming, and Abigal does my makeup. "I'm a genius I should have been a makeup artist instead of a maid," Abigail exclaims, taking a step back to admire my face with a sense of pride.

"You look marvelous!" I am pleasantly surprised by Rose's comment, it makes me blush. As I glance in the mirror, I am in awe of my appearance. The makeup enhances my red eyes and fair skin. My hair effortlessly cascades down in waves with charming braids on either side. Although not as elaborate as Athenix's outfit, the red dress exudes a captivating simplicity that is undeniably beautiful.

"After we dance at the ball let's go to the festival!" Abigail excitedly cheers as her mother assists her in putting on a dress that matches mine in style, only this one is a stunning deep green shade.

"That would be wonderful." Comes my breathless reply. Rose smiles at me as she gives me a quick kiss on the head after she finishes helping Abigal in her dress.

"Let's go dance our hearts away while breaking men's hearts" Abigals chuckles playfully as she excitedly pulls me out of the room.

As we approach the ballroom, the enchanting sound of music greets my ears, filling me with anticipation. The grand doors to the ballroom are opened with a gracious bow from two guards, inviting us into a scene of elegance and joy. Inside, I am greeted by the mesmerizing sight of couples gracefully waltzing across the floor, while others engage in animated conversations. Men and women alike exude a vibrant energy, immersing themselves in the festivities. My gaze is drawn towards the regal thrones, where the former Emperor and Empress exude a sense of pride. Yet, at the center of it all, sits the Emperor himself, radiating an air of enigmatic allure.

My eyes are immediately drawn to the magnificent Emperor Kyan, who exudes an undeniable aura of power and elegance. With his sleekly slicked-back black hair and flawless appearance, from his strong forehead to his sharply defined eyebrows, he truly is a sight to behold. The mesmerizing green swirls in his eyes only add to his captivating presence. I can't help but notice the beauty mark under his left eye, which adds a touch of intrigue to his already striking features. Even though his commanding figure is partially concealed by a black cape, I can still discern the breadth of his shoulders, a clear symbol of his formidable strength. With his head held high, showcasing a chiseled jawline and an intense gaze, he casts a confident and watchful eye over his people, embodying the epitome of leadership.

He looks absolutely stunning in his attire, mostly black with beautiful touches of green and gold in the intricate jewels and detailing on his shirt, cape, and vest.

"Zerro, you're making it obvious." I am suddenly brought back from my trance by Abigail's giggle. My eyes quickly turn towards her and I see her trying to hold in her laughter, with her hand over her mouth.

"Ah I didn't me-"

"It's okay, all of the girls fawn over him, some make it more obvious if it makes you feel any better," She chuckles with delight as we happily stroll towards the sidelines, eagerly observing the vibrant spectacle of people passionately dancing.

I resist the urge to look back at him. And when I finally catch a glance, I do a double take as I witness Athenix confidently making her way towards Emperor Kyan. I can't help but notice the respect he shows her when she curtsies in front of him. After their brief interaction, she gracefully strides off, blending into the lively crowd of people. It's at that moment when I feel a tap on my shoulder and, to my surprise, it's Trevor.
I discovered that he is actually a Duke, which is quite remarkable. With great respect and admiration, I gracefully curtsy before him, addressing him as "Your Grace."

He returns my curtsy with a bow. "I have some matters that I would like to discuss with you. However, prior to that, I must introduce my wife to you. She has been eagerly anticipating the opportunity to meet you." At his words, I can't help but shift my focus to the woman on his arm. I immediately notice her youthful energy and vibrant smile that could easily brighten up any room. Her brown hair is elegantly tied up in a bun, adding to her sophisticated charm. It seems like she might be a few years older than me, perhaps even four.

She slightly bows her head, "I'm Nevera, The Duchess of Hudson." Her green eyes sparkle with delight as she radiates a captivating smile. In the realm of literature, she reigns as the undeniable protagonist, exuding an air of saintliness. Her beauty, so effortlessly pure and innocent, captivates all who lay eyes upon her.

I curtsy, unable to take my eyes away from her. "I'm Zerro."

Her eyes sparkle with recognition. "You are the princess of the Castrana kingdom."

My face heats up again. "Ah, not anymore, Your Grace."

"Informally speaking, while it may not be as magnificent as being bestowed the title of princess, you will indeed be granted a noble title." Trevor chimes in.

"What for, Your Grace?" My eyes dart back to him.

"For saving the children. You saved our daughter that calls for a reward," Nevera joyfully expresses her excitement with a beautiful sparkle in her eyes as she gently takes hold of my hand. "Thank you, by the way."

My face warms up with a slight blush as I casually shrug and avert my gaze. "I just did what anyone would do."

"Another banquet will be organized to commemorate the occasion, during which you will be bestowed with your respective title." Trevor concludes the conversation, bidding farewell to me with a smile. Eager to embrace the joyous atmosphere, they venture to the dance floor where they gracefully join in on the waltz, embracing the rhythm and harmony of the music.

"Guess I'll have to start calling you my lady soon." My head quickly turns towards a radiant Abigail, who eagerly holds onto my hands. "I'm so excited for you!" She gushes with excitement.

A young man appears before us. His beautiful brown eyes are fixated on Abigal, and his face is slightly flushed with excitement. In a charming and slightly nervous manner, he asks, "Miss, would you like to dance?" With a graceful bow, he extends his hand, eagerly awaiting her response.
"It would be my pleasure." They hold hands and glide gracefully towards the dance floor, eagerly preparing to join in on the beautiful waltz.

I eagerly look back towards the Emperor, filled with anticipation, but to my surprise, his throne appears to be empty. Curiosity drives me to scan the surroundings, and just as I start to lose hope, my eyes catch sight of him engaged in a conversation with a group of unfamiliar men.

Then our eyes lock. Time stands still, and the world around us fades away. I can sense the intensity in his gaze, the restraint in his clenched jaw and fist. A rush of warmth spreads through me, igniting a connection that feels unbreakable. It's as if destiny has united us in this very instant.

Kyan breaks eye contact and gracefully turns his attention towards the group of men. With an air of charm, he politely excuses himself before making his way over to me. In that moment, I feel captivated, rooted to the spot, as he approaches with a sense of purpose and anticipation.

I suddenly snap out of my trance as he gracefully halts in front of me. Feeling a rush of excitement, I gracefully fall into a curtsy. "Y-your majesty." I gracefully maintain the curtsy, keeping my head down, a confident finger lifts my chin up with a gentle touch.

"Rise." His deep and husky voice is incredibly soothing as I straighten myself, feeling a wave of warmth wash over me. Without hesitation, he reaches out his hand, and I instinctively intertwine my fingers with his. Even as our eyes lock, he gracefully lifts my hand to his lips and plants a gentle kiss on top, causing my heart to race with excitement. I can't help but blush, realizing that he might just be able to hear the pounding rhythm of my heartbeat. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you."

His husky voice has become even stronger now, and I am filled with awe as I struggle to respond, completely breathless by the presence of the remarkable man standing before me. "M-my name is Zerro. Your highness." My voice trembles out.

"May I have this dance, Lady Zerro."

"Ah, you must not speak formally with me, your imperial majesty I'm-I'm just a maid." I stumble out as I try to break free from the enchanting hold his eyes seem to have on me. Sparkling like a lush forest bathed in warm sunlight, his eyes beckon me towards a world full of endless possibilities.

He smirks at my words. "Just a maid. You're brave for a maid." His smirk grows, radiating a playful glint in his eyes. "I've never had a maid correct me."

My heart fills with concern as I quickly lower my head, realizing my mistake. "My apologies, your majesty-" I'm pleasantly surprised to feel his hand gently lifting my chin once more.

"You are forgiven." The playful glint and mischievous smirk never leaves his handsome face. This could very well be the interpretation people have in mind when they talk about someone who is blessed by God. "May I have this dance? Or is that also improper?" He playfully teases me, and I can't help but notice that we are still holding hands, with his other hand gently resting on my chin.

"I would be honored, your majesty." His hand gently leaves my chin and together we join the lively crowd of couples gracefully dancing, effortlessly moving in perfect harmony with everyone else.

"Do you know what a mate is?" Kyan ask as we glide effortlessly across the floor.

"Not really. I'm still getting used to this empires customs." I breathe out.

"It's a soul mate, your partner. Someone you share your life with." My chest tighten as I realize what he is talking about.

"Yes, I do. Though it's a bit different where I'm from." He skillfully twirls me around with such grace as we pass another dancing couple, effortlessly bringing me back towards him.

"Did you learn the signs of finding your mate?" He pushes and I start to wonder if this dance was so he could interrogate me.

"No, I was kicked out before I could." I reply with a slight narrowing of my eyes.

His eyes seem to twinkle at my reaction. "Kicked out?"

"Yes, I was a princess but I was kicked out for shifting into a raven."

"A raven?"

"Yes, it's the bird of death, a bad omen if you will."

He chuckles, and I'm captivated by the delightful sound of his laughter. It possesses a soothing effect on my nerves while also igniting a comforting warmth within me. "You are an open book."

I squint my eyes, feeling my eyebrows scrunch together, unsure why I am willingly sharing all of this with him. In the past, I would never have disclosed this much about myself. "Not really, I'm not sure why I'm telling you this."

His eyes sparkle with mischief. "It's seems you've fallen in love with me." I flash a stern look at his words, prompting another amused chuckle to escape from him. "I jest."

"Do you tease all the women you dance with." I ask and my face flushes at the jealousy in my voice.

His smile radiates, replacing the once mischievous smirk that adorned his face. With a gentle tug, he pulls me closer, his hand securely wrapped around my waist, creating an intimate embrace. Our noses nearly touch, intensifying the warm, affectionate connection between us. "No, only you."

My heart skips at his words before I can counter his words the song ends. As he releases my body, he gracefully bows, and I respond with a curtsy.

"I have a feeling we will see each other again." He muses as the smirk returns to his face.

"If I may be so bold to remind your majesty. I'm just a maid." His smirk slowly increases as he affectionately plants a gentle kiss on the back of my hand. Without saying anything else, he confidently strolls away. It then dawns on me that we are the center of attention, as no one else is on the dance floor with us. Although I'm uncertain when they stopped, I notice that all eyes are now fixed on us, with people whispering amongst themselves from the sidelines.

As another song starts I quickly walk away as other couples start dancing again.