Because they are just commoners, of course.

''I dunno.'' You reply , shrugging your shoulders. You never gave the commoners much thought. ''Why should I care about them? They are just commoners.''

Evelyn opens her mouth to reply, but you cut her off again. "Tell you what, let me grab something to eat first, alright? How about we go down after lunch?"

"Deal!'' She beams at you. You rub her head affectionately. One way or another she always gets her way with you, if she had unleashed her 'sad puppy eyes' upon you wouldn't have stood a chance either way.

You get up from the couch and leave her there, closing the door behind you. You can hear her giggling to herself as you walk into your small private kitchen where Carol is already preparing breakfast.

Carol looks at you with a cute frown on her face.

''What's with the frown, Carol? As my personal maid you need to look stunning at all times, and that frown sure isn't helping.'' You tell her.

She sighs, "I was just thinking I should warn you about the commoner's market, if you are planning to go there, make sure to have guards with you.''

''How do you...?'' You pause for an instant. ''Oh, I get it... You were eavesdropping in our conversation! Such a naughty maid!''

Carol giggles, "Maybe I was."

You smirk, "I don't mind it, but please, don't let Evelyn catch you doing it, it'll make her angry." You give her a soft spank in her bottom as she look aways from you. You just love that ass.

Carol blushes a little, "Ow!"

"Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. Now back to work." You order her, making her blush even more. As she turns around to prepare your breakfast, you steal a look at her from behind. Carol looked beautiful as per usual, breathtaking, even.

You had handpicked her from over two hundred maid candidates. You might think the job of a personal maid doesn't sound all that amazing, but it is quite the prestigious position. Each prince/princess is entitled to one personal butler and one personal maid. Also, each personal butler and personal maid is raised into nobility. For most commoners, obtaining such a position is nothing short of life changing.

You still remember her looking so nervous and insecure, Carol Alister, a middle aged woman in her mid-forties, with long orange hair, yellow eyes, freckles, a slightly chubby stomach and big breasts. Carol was the oldest amongst the maid candidates and truthfully, no one expected her to get the position.

In spite of all that, amongst all the beautiful women there... You had picked her. There was just something about her, a certain mature aura combined with her shyness and her fidgeting around feeling insecure. You knew with just a single look, she was the one.

How did you know she was the right one? Well...

You are a simple man, after all.

You still remember her look of sheer astonishment as you pointed at her, all the whispering around the room wondering if you perhaps had made a mistake. With just one decision, you changed her life. You'd seen her transform into a confident and capable woman, a woman with nothing short of absolute devotion for you.

You smile fondly as Carol hands you your plate and you sit down in front of your table. You take a bite out of your pancake as Carol brings you your tea and honey.

''Sit with me, Carol.'' You tell her, and again, she blushes.

Carol takes a seat next to you. "Thank you, milord." She says shyly, bowing her head.

"Don't call me 'milord', it makes you sound like a servant.'' You smile at her, "Besides, I'm no lord, I'm a prince.''

''But I am just a servant, my prince...'' She mutters.