The maid in question did not look at Fanilly in the eye, much like a servant would have done in the same situation. Instead, she kept her head down, as she kept her hands to her chest. [i]We are supposed to look this demure? This is difficult.[/i] Nero bitterly thought to herself.

"Mistress, If I may be so bold... I have to correct that statement. Sult is not here. I am actually... Nero." She answered in a clear voice, although her cheeks reddened somewhat. "I must honor what was fought in our duel. Should I lose, I would become your maidservant. And Sult would apologize to the princess and become her maidservant." She drabbled.

"I never thought she'd be able to manage to fight me to a tie... but then again, we were born from the same belly at the same time." Nero added, a hint of humour and pride despite her actually humilliating predicament.