A servant girl headed to the Prince's room to fetch the silver tray that used to hold his breakfast. She never entered the Prince's room. Usually the jester did. He had friends with the Prince after all but the jester was occupied with entertaining the Queen.

The Queen was having a tough time with dealing with the fact that her sons were pawns in her husband's schemes. The King wanted the Seven Tribes. Seven powerful tribes united under a simple Monk. This Monk kept his people from disease and famine. He was as powerful as the King who felt threatened by this.

The servant girl did not know of the King's obsession of power only that she had to follow orders. She knocked on the door. A polite thing to do before entering the Prince's chambers.

"Come in." He ordered.

He stood in front of a three panel mirror. He had not chosen his vest or dress shirt. The Prince just looked at himself in the mirror not in vain but in uncertainty. What was to become of him once his brother inherited the throne?

The servant girl started embarrassingly at the Prince. Fencing, hunting, and all the other forms of activity the Prince did had blessed his physique. The tray sat on the chest by the foot of the bed. She retrieved it slowly, shuffling her feet as she went.

The Prince only noticed her when the silver tray shook in her hands, due the nerves of seeing the Prince in such a state. He was shocked to see this servant girl instead of the Jester. His powerful, green eyed glance startled her causing her to drop the tray.

"I'm so sorry."

She apologized as she scrambled to pick up the silver dishes. To her surprise he knelt down to her side to help making her more nervous.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to do this."

It was her fault for dropping it. He was the Prince, he should do a servant's work.

"I want to."

He stated as he steadied the tray as the stood up together both preventing the tray from falling again.

"Your too kind, your majesty."

She stated wanting to do a curtsy as she's been taught to do for royalty but she couldn't embarrass herself again.

"May I ask your name?"

He asked. She wondered if he was going to report her to the King for dropping the tray. The King was known for having a low tolerance for clumsy servants.

"Mari... Marinette."

She nervously stated. Hoping she wasn't signing her death warrant.

"Dupain-Cheng's daughter?"

He questioned. He knew the bakers had a daughter. He used to run around in commoner clothing to pass off as a normal child. The baker's daughter was his favorite playmate. She had quite the imagination.

The girl nodded her reply. She hoped the Prince was merciful like his mother and not ruthless like his father. She also hoped he wasn't like his brother who was known for taking advantage of servant girls. She would rather be hanged then have that happen.

"It's nice to see that your steal as clumsy as I remember."

He stated with a smile. She hadn't seen Prince Adrien ever have a genuine smile.

"Pardon me, your Majesty?"

She asked a bit confused on what he meant.

"Nevermind."

He replied as his smile faded. She didn't remember him and to someone of his high status it was probably a good idea for him to forget too.

Prince Adrien dismissed her. He got ready for his usual day of being a Prince. Dueling with his brother, piano lessons, etiquette lessons, writing lessons and his favorite hunting.