She looked up, a defiant glint in her eyes and on her face. Her heart was pounding like crazy. It was always a horrible mess when someone saw through her lies, and now the royal family? She'd probably be able to worm out of this one by claiming that she did not want her pain to prevent her from her all-important duty of keeping this glorious castle in a state of awesome cleanliness and excellence...but still, she didn't like to be caught lying. 

In any case, it was clear that Rosemund was going to have to think on her feet and say something that would get the heir off her back, and [i]fast.[/i]

A situation this dire called for one thing: feminine "charm".

She swallowed and let her face become sad and doe-like. "Ah, your Royal Highness, heir to the admired throne of Sayyar, you are far too eminent to hear of the lowly problems of a- a woman." That should be clear enough. If he asked her what she meant, it would confirm her suspicion that the entire royal family had bred with each other.