"Good evening, your majesty. We're your personal hand maids, and we're here to help you with anything you need."
They all stood at the entrance in a bow, but there was no response. Instead, they heard sobbing and whimpers from beneath the sheets. Sarah, the head maid looked up first before the maids did with her. They all looked at themselves wondering what to do. Perhaps she was still overwhelmed on how she was brought o the palace away from her family.
Sarah signaled for her assistants to standby as she approached the bed. She stretched to touch the girl beneath the cover. The girl seemed to still for a moment as if realizing someone was in the room with her. Felling soft strokes on the back as if of consolation, her tears overflowed, and she began to cry worse beneath the sheets. The two maidens exchanged glances in sympathy. She mimed the intruction: 'Update the prince.' The two nodded in understanding before they left.
"Dear-" Sarah called softly.
The girl's sobbing reduced as if pondering on the voice of the speaker to know its owner. Her heart was pierced by those words. No one had ever called her by something intimate before. Still hurt, yet, curious, she came out from under the bed cover to see who it was for the first time, concerned about her feelings. Her soaked reddened eyes met a woman in her fifties, starring stunned at her. The girl felt deficient in her looks as Sarah's stared, full of questions. When s he sniffed was when Sarah snapped out of her thoughts. She looked like she had been crying since the time she awoke.
"Why do you weep, child?"
The girl who was lost in her own pool of thoughts over everything, suddenly remembered lost memories at the question. A nd that alone switched the button of weeping back on. Sarah unconsciously held her close the princess cried over her shoulder.
Meanwhile, as she cried, Sarah felt a figure by the door. She took a glance as saw the prince, who's dead eyes just shared at them, silently. How silently he came, was how silently he left. She saw him leave, but she heard not a footstep. The two maidens poped their heads through the slightly open door, both with awkward expressions, because they all didn't know how to react to their crying guest.