clause number one.

The room was way nicer and bigger than the room I had back home. Servant quarters my ass. If this is what Royal servants had, heck I want more of it.

I had my own ensuite. The closet was big enough to fit the little clothes I brought with me, and I didn't mind the lavender colour on the walls even though they didn't match the duvet, and pillows. The colour was calming, and the room smelled clean.

I spend most of the time there packing, and arranging things to my liking. I knew when we got to the palace it was pretty late in the evening and with the things that already happened here, I didn't realise I didn't eat the whole day.

The moment I finished packing the closet, and I was about to take a shower and sleep, someone knocked on the door. I groaned internally because I was not ready to meet anyone yet.

"Who is it?" I asked without opening the door.

"It's Grace ma'am. Time for dinner." She announced, and my stomach took that as an invitation to growl with hunger.

"Thank you, but