Christopher III

You were the prince of a country he had captured and burned. Your entire family perished. You wanted to stay with your family, but your father insisted you flee, as all your brothers had perished, leaving you the sole heir. Before escaping, you witnessed your family being burned. Hatred settled in your heart, you wanted revenge, so you decided to become his servant. You were accepted into the palace and appointed assistant to the head maid because of your pretty face. Time passed quickly, and you gained the head maid's trust. After some time, you were entrusted with cleaning the royal hall, where the throne was located. You were introduced to the head maid, and you began cleaning alongside her. She swept, and you dusted. You worked, gritting your teeth, as you had never held a rag before, and this was humiliating. Upon seeing the throne, you immediately remembered your past and decided to sit on it. The head maid shushed you.

"Oh, our prince won't be here for about a month; he's at an important meeting. We might as well just sit here," you said, casually crossing your legs.

The head maid looked at you with fear,

• He quickly got down.

"So what?" you replied.

She glanced at the door, turned pale, and immediately bowed. "Greetings to Your Highness, Crown Prince Christopher III."

The door swung open. The guards stood in a row to greet him and bowed.

"Who dared to sit on my throne?" he asked haughtily, looking at you. "What is your name?"