To je onaj rad, princeza sedne za sto sa svojim slugom i donesu ju joj hranu
Princes "Cmon, do your job, taste it..."
Slave tastes the found and falls on the ground. Dead as a doornail.
"Not again..." Sigh "This is the third slave I have to change this week... My head is going to explode. I just can't go through another casting"
Posto ko veli mora da bira najlepseg od onih koje su joj doveli
