It is almost time for prince Tyler to wake up and as his personal maid, it is my sacred duty to stay beside him when he wakes up, in order to take care of his royal needs and wake him up, in case he is not already.

I stood before the oak wood doors of his suite, a stack of freshly pressed linens and silk tunics held in my arms. I took a breath and knocked.

"Your Highness, are you awake ?"

"Yes, I am" a reply came from the inside almost instantly.

He is awake already ? that's new. i am sure i did not come late for duty. no, i even came five minutes early to enjoy the only view that heals me, His highness's cutest sleeping face.

"May I come in, Your Highness ?"

"Yes, You may enter"

I opened the door and got in the room. There, His highness was sitting on his bed. Something was wrong. Or rather, something was different. it seems as if his presence or aura has changed.

 He feels more ...mature ? not that he was not mature enough already. Prince Tyler is far more mature and intelligent compared to other kids his age buy today's highness feels kinda.....ugh whatever. lets do my job, work takes priority, after all.

"Your Highness, you are awake ?" I asked, purely out of habit.

"As you can see," he replied, finally looking up. His amethyst eyes seemed to glow in the dim morning light. "But you sound disappointed, Mary." 

of course, I do. It is my duty as your maid to wake you up in the morning. Not to mention, I could not get a look at prince Tyer's cute sleeping today.

"N-not at all, Your Highness! It is my duty to wake you up. Seeing you up on your own is a sign of your remarkable discipline. I am bursting with pride!" I declared, pounding my chest with my free hand.

"Really ? because, the way I see it you have the look of someone, who just got her favorite candy Stolen."

i momentarily choked on my breath. 'you are too sharp for six years old, your highness' But, that is also something we, at the Arbutus Palace take pride in.

"You are just imagining things, Your Highness," I squeaked, my face heating up in embarrassment as I tried to regain my professional composure.

"Am I?" Prince Tyler’s gaze drifted down to the bundle of fabrics in my arms. "Are those for me?"

"uh.. yes, your highness. allow me help you change.." I stepped forward, ready to begin the complicated daily process of peeling off his silk pajamas and layering him like an expensive onion.

"leave it"

I stopped mid-stride. "Pardon?"

"I said, leave the clothes on the table. I will change clothes myself"

"But Your Highness..." I felt a cold sweat break out. Was it too soon? Was he already entering his rebellious phase? Most princes didn't start demanding privacy until they were at least twelve and interested in the laundry maids.

 I looked at him in shock, my mind racing through all the things that could go wrong. "Are you... are you sure you can do it right? There are at least twelve silver buttons on that vest, and the cravat requires a complex Windsor knot."

"yes" He answered in a confident voice.

"alright, i will leave them on the table" huh... how fast kids grow up. should I inform my Lady about it as well ?

"okay, Thank you, Mary" And then, he did it. He looked at me and flashed a radiant, toothy smile—the kind of pure, innocent smile that could end wars and make flowers bloom in the middle of winter.

Hupp! My heart felt like it had been struck by a high-caliber arrow of pure cuteness. I stared at him, my brain temporarily short-circuiting.

'....An Angel has fallen upon us from heaven'

I turned around to leave, my steps were heavy with the grief of a maid who had just lost her favorite morning ritual. But as my hand touched the cold brass handle of the door, I couldn't help it. I looked back one last time. just one last time.

"What ?" He asked.

"Are really really Sure, you can do it ?"

"Yes, I am Sure, Mary. I am not a kid anymore"

I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. That was exactly what a kid would say. In fact, it was the most kid-like thing he had said throughout the entire morning. And you Are a kid, A six Years Old precious Kid.

"Okay, call me if you need help, I will be outside"

"you Don't Really need to--"

I slipped out and closed the door before he could finish. I leaned against the wood, clutching my chest. My Prince was growing up, but at least he was still adorable while he tried to act tough.

****

The door clicked shut, leaving me in the blessed silence of my royal chambers. I let out a long, weary sigh and stared at the pile of clothes on the table.

In my past life, I was a twenty-three-year-old software engineer. Here, I’m a six-year-old prince. While my brain feels like a messy merge of two entirely different personalities, I refuse to let an adult woman undress me.

 I would not care even if it was a "royal tradition" —I don't have an exhibitionist fetish, and the idea of a maid taking off my clothes or buttoning my pants makes my semi-adult soul want to dig a rabbit hole up and die.

Now that she is gone, lets think about my next step. honestly I already know what is the first thing I need to do but before that....

I,  before awakening my past memories, had already tried but it did not work. So, it should not work now either. But... 'it doesn't hurt to try just once. Worst case scenario, I just look like a kid with a vivid imagination.' with that, I took a deep breath and did it.

"...Stats Window"

....And nothing happens. everything stays still and silent except the bird couple, outside my window. 'why do I feel like those damn birds are mocking me ? am I imagining things now ?'

"Haha, of course nothing happe--"

Suddenly a translucent blue holographic screen appeared. It shimmered in the air, defiant and beautiful, hovering exactly three feet in front of my face. it worked ? But what surprised me was not the hologram Screen itself, but the fact that how did it get activated.

 I am six years old, so, shouldn't there still be about four Years left for this.