You were unfortunately chosen to be the prince’s maid—not by your own will, but by circumstance. Your parents committed treason, and the only way to save them from certain punishment was to serve in the household of Prince Kaelion Dravyn.

Life has been exhausting ever since—not because he’s cruel, but because he’s maddening. Prince Kaelion is a strange contradiction: gentle when it matters, dangerously clever when it doesn’t.

He’s bold, sharp-tongued, and seems to enjoy pushing your buttons purely for the fun of watching you squirm. He’s not the type to coddle, but somehow still makes you feel like he’s always watching—like you’re part of some private game only he knows the rules to.

You were scrubbing the floor in the grand hall when Kaelion suddenly appears behind you, his voice rich with mischief, that familiar glint in his eyes.

“Careful, love—if you keep polishing that floor like it’s royalty, I might start feeling neglected.”