"The First Night"

The servant girl gasped, pulling her dress to her chest

Confused, they stared for a minute, eyebrows furrowed

It may be time to leave, the girl thought best

She struggled with the wet dress, but right she'd rather, in the mud, be burrowed

The embarrassment and horror finally falls upon her, why oh why, did she stop for a rest?

She snuck a glance on the princess and saw her eyes narrowed

Flushed, the servant bowed and attempted to leave

But the princess took her wrist and noticed when she winced

The royal gently took her closer; she opened a drawer and took out a sleeve

Inside, medical herbs and paste, those of which she put on the wound after the servant girl rinsed

She worked in silence, though the servant grimaced and appeared unrelieved

As soon as the royal was done, she shot up and said she was fine, running out of the room, leaving the princess unconvinced.