Yvette let out a slight grin at the princess's refusal. "It would seem her highness is threatened by me~" truly she didn't understand why though, the princess was a far more beautiful creature... more delicate than she could ever be. It envied her that she could act with such grace. The guards ushered her into the servants quarters and she was given a set of clothes. One for cleaning and one for attending to the prince and princess's needs. That once had a bit more detail and elegance towards it... probably to help ease their eyes off a commoner, she concluded to herself.<br/><br/>"You are mighty lucky the prince decided to spare those lovely hands of yours. Ya best serve him well." An older maid who had handed her the clothes and showing her to a room in the servants quarters. "Be grateful he asked ya to serve him and the princess personally. This means you must be ready when they beckon. Therefor you will be excused for most of the other duties. Keep their spaces clean and do as you're told."<br/><br/>Yvette remained quiet. When they arrived to the room she set her clothes down. The maid left and she folded her arms acrossed her chest. "I can't run away, but no one said anything about leaving my room." With a huff she laid on the bed and let her mind play over all that had happened. What did the prince want? Why did he cut in once he heard? she let the back of her hand rest on her forehead and then subconsciously raked her fingers though her thick, curly dark auburn hair. "When I get the chance I should take a bath..." she mumbled. "Hopefully I'm allowed at least that, I may not be girly but I do like staying clean." Slowly her eyes felt heavier and she let herself drift off into a light sleep.