Qiana was her name. She had not bothered how she would be called because it really did not matter. It did not matter that everyone was supposed to respect her. It did not matter that everyone was supposed to bow to her. It did not matter that she had the power.

It did not matter that she was a princess.

That is why she had left the palace and went to live a normal life like a normal person. Her first day out of the palace was verily weird. She went into a small tavern and the first thing she received when stepped in was a dirty cloth to clean the floor. The grumpy lady could not understand why Qiana was so surprised and was delaying in the task.

'What are you waiting for?' she asked with a definite query. 'You are here for the job, aren't you? If you are not sure you can leave.'

'Of course I am,' she lied. 'I can do everything, I clean, um... cook, wash... wash everything. Clothes.'

'In that case, Haze, Rafe, come here.'

Haze and Rafe quickly appeared.

'This is...' the lady introduced Qiana, 'what was your name, again?'

'Erm... Qiana.'

'Oh, Qiana,' Haze got enthusiastic, 'that has to be the name of our Princess.'

'Does it, yeah.'

'So I was saying,' said the lady, 'she will be working with you. You will guide her and teach her the duties.'

'Of course, of course, I got it,' Haze said, taking Qiana's hand. 'Come with me.'

'What about the task I just got?' asked Qiana.

'Don't worry, that's not your job.'

Rafe followed behind them. They entered the room and Haze started to give description of the most magnificent quarter in the tavern. She was not even sharing it with anyone. But for Qiana, that was a different room, the worst she ever walked in. It had floor holes and patches, rough dirty walls and not even a trunk for clothes. There was no bed either.
Qiana adjusted herself to...