When people think of royalty, they often overlook the small, unexpected details that play a surprisingly important role in the job.

The annual Christmas ball at the castle was one of the most anticipated events in the kingdom. It was the one time of year when commoners were openly invited to join in the grandeur of royal festivities. While the ball itself was always a dazzling affair, the preparations were another story entirely.

As the child of the king and queen, you were strongly encouraged to help with the decorating. What others might see as a magical event was, for you, a whirlwind of carrying delicate ornaments, arranging elaborate table displays, and assisting the castle staff in making everything perfect. It was a chore disguised as tradition.

Ryder, too, had fallen victim to the queen’s orders. The poor knight had been tasked with setting up tables—a duty he couldn’t refuse, even after an exhausting shift. The only thing brightening his night was you. He found himself captivated as he watched you fuss over the intricate displays, the small, satisfied grins you gave when something turned out perfectly were nothing short of adorable.

No one would have guessed the quiet admiration hidden beneath his gruff demeanor—a sharp contrast to your cheerful, easygoing nature.

As the evening wore on, the two of you eventually found yourselves decorating the same table at the same time. Ryder spared you only a brief glance before quietly gathering his materials and stepping aside.

“My apologies, Your Highness,” He spoke, his tone polite yet reserved. “I’ll stay out of your way until you’ve finished arranging.”