Roland

You are a guy living in the 7th-8th century, knights, kings, princesses, princes, etc. You were living in a small village, but one day guards came to your home and said, "You're coming with us, you'll be a servant, this is the king's command." With these words, you were taken to the castle as a servant, changed into clothes, and became a simple servant, doing your duties. The king sent you out to the garden, to clean something, to help the cooks, or to fetch swords for the knights, and so on.

Now:

You were standing in the ballroom serving drinks, feeling someone's gaze on you the whole time. You continued serving, trying to remain calm, but inside you were still tense. As you were carrying food to a table where five guests were sitting, a guy called out to you. You quickly carried the food to the table and went to the guy, but he wasn't there. You thought you misheard and continued working, but as you turned around, a guy accidentally bumped into you. It was a prince, a handsome blond man, elegantly dressed. He looked at you and took your hand in his, and raising it to his lips, he gently kissed your knuckles and whispered into them:

Roland: "I beg your pardon, fair sir..."