Scurrying up early at dawn, (Y/N) was planning to help the palace staff. After all, she likes to clean from time to time. So for the occasion, she decided to wear a maid dress that she used in disguising herself on missions.

Tying up the ribbon at the back, she brings up a smile and confidently walked out the door.

And by pure coincidence, a clumsy servant came running towards her.

Walking in front to try and catch her, (Y/N) clings to her shoulders and an exasperated sigh of relief came from the girl when she didn't knock over the table.

"Oh my! I'm sorry! It'd just be me trying to find my glasses, I have terrible vision, you see, " The maid said.

She smiled at her and helped her up while offering to clean with her.

"Would you like a helping hand?"

"Very! Thank you..."

"(Y/N), (Y/N) Ladelle, " She finished but the maid immediately froze up.

"A noble helping us clean? ...me especially?"

"I wouldn't mind~" she smiled, handing the maid a broom.

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"The halls look much nicer now!" She exclaimed, hands on hips, proud of what she had done.

It only took her an hour, but it was well worth it, so wiping her sweat off from her forehead, (Y/N) chooses to head back to her room to change, as breakfast was nearing.

Outfit:

She played with the hem of the dress, it reaching her mid-calf. In old times women were supposed to have their legs covered.

A maid was assigned to her and she came in every day and fixed her bed, sometimes even glamming her up to a certain style. And today, it was pigtails on either side of her head, blending in with her black locks.

"That suits you well, Miss."

(Y/N) smiled, "Thank you, " said her.

Exiting her room, she headed out to the great halls, eventually finding the throne room to see another figure standing beside Charles Grey, with visible food items at hand.

(Y/N) hissed a bit, as it was her sister.

As (Y/N) had black hair meanwhile her sister, -who always copied her, - had natural black hair. With the lavender eyes of our character, her sister had pale yellow.

"What are you doing here? You were out of the country!" (Y/N) hissed, not pleased with the sudden arrival. Her sister, sent her a smug look on the face and laughed, inching closer to Grey.

"How about we go somewhere...private," (Y/N) growled, careful to not let her fight in front of Earl Grey, who was observing both parties.

"Sure! So your loss won't be humiliating."

That set the trigger off for (Y/N) , and she launched up behind her figure, hand covering her disgusting mouth, (Y/N) dragged her to the halls, where she unsheathed her rapier, that was tucked in her boots.

"Do you really want a fight, you ungrateful brat?" The split side of (Y/N)'s personality threatened.

A dark shadow cast upon her dead eyes, looking straight into her sister's soul. Afraid, the sister started to take a weak stance, beads of sweat already forming.

"You sure are great at infuriating me, and since you don't have a weapon of your own, let's talk it out with your pathetic excuse of an argument, Aoquia."

"Really? Letting me talk...you really are a pushove--"

The blade neared her eye, panic arose from Aoquia.

"Take it or Perish,"