Kaitlyn: looks at her calloused hands and sighs thinking of the nice dresses and pretty women she sees ride past her every day in their way to the royal court. Sighs again and pulls her hair back with a black ribbon into a high ponytail. Shes looking fierce and pretty even though she has some grime on her face.
Kaitlyn: here's the king out of an open window. Mumbles. I suppose that's all that we are huh? Commoners.