"The First Summoning"


    To the setting sun, the servant worked nonstop


    She saw the princess once, so fair and regal


    She compared how different the royal''s smile was; her back turned, the smile drops


    The fatigue in her face visible in the darkness, it is fatal


    Sick of her expression, the servant went against protocol; to make her highness feel better, she made her way to the royal, hitting lightly on her shoulder, being inconspicuous by holding a mopThis book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    "Your highness, come with me," she said; the lady so fair looked confused, so the servant continued, "If you don''t wish to come, you may stay ''till."


    The princess could''ve stayed, she could''ve ignored the servant, but her betrothed walked her way and she made up her mind


    She turned to the maid, and nodded her head, letting herself be led away


    The maid took her wrist, maneuvering through the ball with ease, not looking behind


    To her secret garden, the maid took the princess; the candles shining in the moonlight, the lake reflecting the stars, the princess let her eyes stray


    From the beauty of the flowers, to the flourishing grass; but to her eyes, the maid was the beauty no one else could find


    The time stopped, as if they were the only ones; she never wanted to leave, in this moment she wanted to stay