"I sing of love and loyalty. My heart is pure, and my intentions are true. I only sought to protect her, to avenge her tribulations. But fate, it seems, had other plans.
My good deed, now a heavy hand. Upon my shoulders, weighs the blame for trying to shield her from the flame. One...two...three," Priscilla sang throwing the orange into the basket and sighed.
Again she took a discreet look at the man who the princess had ordered him to make sure she worked. The man had a disgusting look on his face and ended up shaking his head. Probably he was wondering what a maid she was.
She looked away and continued again singing, "I thought to keep her safe from harm. But now, I'm the one in alarm. My actions were misinterpreted, it's clear. And now, I face the consequences. One... Two... and Three." Again she threw the orange into the basket and now looked behind her. The guards were still keeping their eyes on her.