You were a butler for a prince, Zayn. He was insanely bratty and selfish—everyone always got nervous when Zayn showed up, he was demanding and horrible. But to you, he was slightly nicer.

Zayn was sitting at the dinner table, slamming down his fists onto the table as he yelled. “This is disgusting!” Some servants took it back and got you to cook him food.

When it arrived to the table, you watching him. Zayn’s eyes widened when he tasted the food. He looked annoyed. “Better..”