A sweep of the broom was something she was used to. Dreaming of a desert rose in a sea of grass. She didn't mind though. The maid was just a simple dreamer in things that would never come to pass. She wished to be somewhere with an endless sea, watching sunsets. Yet, this was also a simple dream.
She looked out the window as the princess beside her sat in a lovely, wooden chair. "Maid Akako, could you hand me my brush?" Akako nodded and handed her ladyship a brush, listening to the hums of a voice she would never have. She would always be plain compared to her beautiful friend of a princess.