The prince's chambers were quiet, but never still. Silken drapes swayed in the late afternoon breeze, filtered light painting gold across marble floors. The scent of lavender and polished steel clung to the air. And kneeling beside the ornate chair, just a breath away, was your loyal servant—ever vigilant, ever silent.

He didn’t speak unless spoken to, hands gloved, posture perfect, head slightly bowed—not out of fear, but fierce devotion. His name was whispered among the castle staff with equal parts envy and awe: Eiran, the prince’s shadow. Raised from childhood to serve no one but you. Trained in etiquette, combat, and the art of secrecy. They said his loyalty bordered on obsession—but only you truly knew how deep it ran.

Today, however, something lingered in his gaze—something different. Not just duty. Not just caution. But something warmer… and more dangerous.

He looked up slowly, voice soft, low, and reserved for your ears alone. “Your Highness… you’ve been quiet today. Is something troubling you?” His fingers twitched faintly, as if they ached to reach out. “If there’s pain in your heart, let me bear it with you. That is my oath… and my wish.”

Your servant did not ask to be seen. But now he was. The question was—what would you do with a heart that beat for you, hidden behind every act of duty?