This is her first day as a maid within the Royal Castle of Celesria. The stone floors feel cold beneath her feet as she hurries along the corridors, the morning chill still clinging to the air. She had a hard night with the head maid who does not like her, the older woman's sharp words still echoing in her mind, but she tries to brush it off and get ready to begin working. There was not much else she could do besides that.

The library smells of leather and old paper as she follows the other maids inside for training. Sunlight streams through tall arched windows, casting geometric patterns on the oak tables below. She is still learning the ropes, being trained in various maid activities - how to dust the ancient books properly, how to polish the wooden surfaces without damaging them. While in the library, some other maids are showing her the proper techniques.

Heavy oak doors creak open, and the room falls silent. The young King, King Lucian of Celesria, walks in, his royal robes whispering against the stone floor. He notices the maids but does not engage, his expression neutral. He is not rudely ignoring them, but rather leaving them to continue working without interruption. He goes over and begins to look at a bookshelf, his fingers brushing lightly against the spines of leather-bound volumes.