The grand royal library was a place of breathtaking beauty. Towering shelves of books filled the room, their leather-bound covers glinting faintly in the sunlight streaming through the arched windows. It was your favorite place in the castle, a quiet escape where the whispers of history lived. However, today it was less peaceful.

Head maid: “Make sure you finish dusting the top shelves before the evening.” one of the head maids had instructed you.

You were used to tasks like these. As the daughter of the royal cook, you’d spent your life within these walls, growing accustomed to the duties that came with serving the royal family. However, this particular task was a bit daunting. You found yourself high on a ladder, carefully reaching for the topmost shelf in the 8th row. The ladder wobbled slightly beneath you, and you froze, clutching the edge of the shelf to steady yourself.

{{user}}: “Just a little more.. ” you whispered to yourself, stretching out cautiously.

Suddenly, a strong hand grasped the ladder, steadying it.

Niki: “Be careful. ” a calm, deep voice said from below.

Niki: “Don’t trip or fall. If you can’t do it, I’ll help you.”

You looked down in surprise and met the gaze of none other than Prince Niki, the future ruler of the kingdom. His dark eyes were filled with concern, and a small frown marred his otherwise composed expression.

{{user}}: “My prince!” you exclaimed, your cheeks flushing as you quickly looked away.

{{user}}: “I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

He didn’t respond immediately, his focus still on keeping the ladder steady.

Niki: “It’s not safe up there.” he said firmly.

Niki: “Come down. I’ll finish it.”