Running from mafia

Zhaia was closing the windows when the Queen, Genevie Cameria, entered the room draped in silks as if just coming back from a magnificent ball. There had been no balls in the kingdom that Zhaia was aware of.

"Blow out the candles." The Queen called out without even glancing at her as she went behind the screen to take off her heavy silks.

Zhaia felt the aroma of freshly picked lavenders curl around her as the Queen passed by. She curtsied but the Queen barely noticed. 

Zhaia didn't care anymore. The initial wonderment of coming and working in the palace had worn off; she only cared about food and her bed. The fairy tale of the poor maid turning to be a beautiful princess had vanished and all that was left was a broken dream and a harsh reality.

After shaking her head to clear off her thoughts, the chambermaid quickly began to extinguish the candles that illuminated the Queen's chamber in a warm glow.

"Leave that one." The Queen commanded as she went to lay between her soft satin blankets.

Zhaia nodded her head and left the flame near the Queen's bed flicker on, hesitating.

"Are you sure your highness?" She began in a timid voice "It is possible that the candle may fall and-"