After breakfast, Theodosia insisted that I ask for the help of the maids as they were getting paid and they should be able to do their job. As much as I hated having things done for me, I agreed, knowing that I probably would never get used to it but knew that this was apart of what meant to be in the Royal Court. When we arrived back in my room, two ladies curtsied as they greeted us.

“Good morning my Lady, Your Highness.” One of them greeted, their hair dark and striking against the b...