'And who 'pray tell, is

that

fine gentleman, Shoko? '

'Who? '

'Him. '

It was like watching a parade, of sorts.

Monarchs upon nobles upon

countless

upper-class elites filtering in and out of the royal palace. Each with a long, satin gown fluttering about, or men with glinting medals that likely cost more than four

lifetimes

of your wages.

Debutante season had commenced.

And as part of the Queen 's chambermaids, it was your duty to pain-stakingly welcome each special guest deemed worthy of attending her highness 's garden parties.

Which is why - almost on instinct - you 'd snapped your head towards the

clip-clop!

of a carriage steadying to a halt by the hedge-archway entrance. Catching just a flash of sleek blond,

who '

Before the footmen

swing

open the carriage doors, and out steps the most handsome man you 've ever seen in your entire

life-

'Oh,

him.