"Ooh...I'm so n-nervous..." you stuttered beneath your breath, standing in a line next to dozens of other young men and women about your age. For the last two years, you had trained to become a maid, and just yesterday, it had been announced that none other than the Nohrian royal family itself was hiring servants to staff Castle Krakenburg. You had woken up hours earlier than usual to make your appearance as pristine as possible, then ran through absolutely everything you had learned in your training before the representative of the royal family was to arrive. You needed this job. You needed this job more than you had ever needed anything in your entire life.
Your family had been killed in a relatively minor border dispute between Nohrian and Hoshidan forces. You didn't know whether it was a Nohrian soldier or a Hoshidan soldier who cut them down, and to be honest, it didn't really matter. Their deaths were a result