Your job wasn't the worst in the world, but by no means was it the best. You were a servant in the French Court, and although many of the other servants were at a lower standing than your own, you were still a fairly unknown member of the help. Being a servant was a fairly crap job, however through working from the King of France did mean you had fairly decent living quarter and were protected from a lot of things that general servants weren't.

From what you knew from your other duties and the duties of your colleagues, today you were relatively lucky. You were expected to gather flowers from the gardens to decorate the ballroom for the ball that the king was throwing as a celebration of the upcoming marriage of his son Francis and the Queen of Scotland.

Although you were to help set up for the ball you were not permitted to go. The king made an exception that if someone who was invited asked you to join them at the ball, you were allowed to accompany them, but it was doubtful that anyone would ever consider inviting you.

You knelt down by the flower bed, cutting fresh flowers and laying them in the basket by your side so that you could form aesthetically pleasing bouquets once you were inside. However, your work was soon cut short as you felt something collide with the side of your leg, and with a loud bang a weight fell on top of them.

A gasp escaped your lips as you looked over your shoulder to see what had happened. One of Mary's ladies in waiting was laying on top of your legs as she had tripped over you. Hastily, she rolled so that she wasn't on your legs allowing you to turn to check on her.

"I am deeply sorry, it is completely my fault," you stated.

She let out a laugh as she pushed her brown hair from her face.

"Nonsense. You were minding your own business; I was the one whom was too lost in my own thoughts to notice you were there. I am very sorry, did I hurt you?" She smiled softly brushing off her dress as she tried to sit comfortably on the floor by your side.

"Oh no. You didn't hurt me. Are you okay? That was quite a fall. Would you like me to go fetch someone?" You questioned.

She simply shook her head, standing up from the floor, adjusting her skirt. She reached out a hand to help you up as well.

"I am fine. I am sorry, I do not know your name. However, I am sure that it can only be as beautiful as your face," she smiled warmly.

You couldn't help the blush that crept onto your cheeks, which you tried to hide through hanging your head slightly to let your hair fall against your cheeks.

"Y/N. I do apologise also, I am not sure what your name is, we are not permitted to speak to guests to the court unless conversation is initiated," you said shyly.

"I am Kenna. Luckily for you I initiated the conversation through falling on you, and with Mary marrying Francis we shall no longer be guests, rather being residents I guess."

You nodded, not quite certain what you should say.

"Are you going to the ball tonight?" She asked fondly.

"No. I am only allowed to go if someone whom is invited asks me to. It isn't as though I have a dress anyway, this job certainly doesn't leave spare change to buy a gown," you shrugged.

"I can solve that."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Pardon?"

"Well luckily for you I am a lady of the Queen of Scotland, I have an invitation to the ball and I also have spare gown if you'd like them. But only on one condition," she smiled softly.

"And what is that condition?" You asked with a smile.

"You give me one of those flowers."

"Deal," you grinned. "Thank you Lady Kenna. I guess I shall see you tonight."

"Just Kenna is perfectly fine. And you shall, I shall come find you to bring you back to my chambers to get ready this evening."

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Written by Charlotte.