Princess Chloe sat on a golden throne, wearing a silky gown that created the illusion of molten gold spilling off her body as she shifted around. Her handmaidens were frantically rushing around like mice, whispering in hushed tones while choosing a piece of jewelry to match her outfit. Her head handmaiden, Sabrina, was fixing her hair into a loose beehive. Another servant had just finished applying make-up on her face, with a beauty mark on her cheek as the final touch. At long last, her tiara, made of intricately carved gold and sapphires that matched her icy blue eyes, was placed on her head, digging into her scalp. Sabrina wheeled over a full length mirror, framed with gold and jewels the size of eggs. Chloe did a twirl. The servants gasped. Sabrina squealed with delight. 'You look absolutely… stunning,' she sighed. Craving for riches and beauty she would never possess.

Chloe, of course, knew that she was beautiful. She was the fairest princess that her kingdom has ever known.'It'll do,' she remarked, allowing herself a smug smile. But she knew only of one person whose opinion really mattered.

'Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?'

To her satisfaction, her reflection remained in the mirror. 'You, Princess Chloe, look simply splendid today. However,' The reflection rippled to show a servant girl washing some dishes, 'Whilst a girl who has hair as dark as a raven, eyes as blue as the heavens, lips as pink as a cherry blossom still lives, she shall be the fairest of all.' The mirror turned back to normal, showing Chloe with her upper lip curling up with disdain.

Chloe narrowed her eyes. Her again. Mari. What did the servant Mari do to deserve the title of the fairest? Her hands were cracked, black bags were forming below her eyes and her clothes were basically rags! How was she any more beautiful than Chloe- or anyone else?

Her handmaidens nervously played with their hands, not daring to meet her eyes. 'Your Highness, I'm sure the mirror was only jesting,' Sabrina said quickly, breaking the silence.

'Whatever,' Chloe snipped. 'Get Mari to clean the palace floors. Make sure the floors are as shiny as a mirror.' She adjusted her coiffure and smiled. 'To reflect my boundless beauty, of course.'

Marinette glared at the ground as she continued scrubbing furiously. Her hands, once smooth as porcelain, were currently raw, red and covered with soap suds. Princess Chloe had ordered the area around her quarters to be spotless and shining- 'Like a mirror that reflects my boundless beauty', she had said. But Marinette knew better. It was just another opportunity to torture her.

Well, no use harping on it. All she had to do was too keep scrubbing. Marinette's ears pricked up as she heard quick footsteps echoing along the hallway.

'Marinette! Take a lunchbreak- my mum cooked some extra food!' Alya hollered. She then looked around furtively. 'Thank the Kwamis she isn't around.'

A sigh escaped her lips. 'No can do, Alya. Princess Chloe has ordered me to clean the floors.'

Marinette's fellow servant snorted derisively. She then kneeled down beside Marinette, grabbing a spare cloth to polish the floor. 'Its always her! Doesn't she get that you are human and have rights too?'

'I'm merely a lowly servant, Alya. Servants have no such rights.'

Alya's coppery brown eyes burned with rage. 'Servant! Servant my arse, you're a prin- '

Marinette slapped a hand across her mouth. 'Do you want to get punished?' She hissed. Alya harrumphed and removed her hand. She then wiped the soap off her lips with her sleeves.

'I don't get what's wrong with calling a princess, well, a Princess.'

'I was never really a princess to begin with,' Marinette rolled her eyes.

'Technicalities,' Alya said as she waved her hand around. 'Oh, right!' Her expression brightened considerably. 'Did you hear about that cute new musician in the West Wing...'

I do not own Miraculous Ladybug or any of its characters :) Reviews are definitely appreciated and thank you!