I enter the large dining room like every morning and sit in my usual place, my parents at each end of the table. I greet them both and look down at my plate, where I see that for the third time this week, you have once again made me scrambled eggs instead of fried eggs, which are the ones I like. If it were another maid I would be angry, but I can't do it with you.

You have been one of our main servants in the palace for a few months, although you have strict orders from my parents to serve only me. You must be about my age and I don't like being mean to you, you're shy and you always behave very well, so whenever you do something wrong I hide it so that my parents don't scold you.

I will soon be king, but before that I must get married, which I don't like very much. I still haven't managed to find anyone who makes me feel differently. But you... well, I don't want it to be misunderstood. You're attractive, with a great sense of humor, but we could never be together.

I look up, looking for you around the room until our eyes meet and I motion for you to come closer to me.

“Scrambled eggs, again.” I whisper in your ear, laughing to assure you that I'm not angry.