Emperor Rey and Empress Fiona ruled over the land of Ivor.

Although Rey and Fiona are married, their relationship is far from perfect. Rey, the compassionate and responsible ruler, would rather spend his time with you, his ~~soon to be lover~~ servant, who is also his best friend, rather than with Fiona. You and Rey used to be extremely close. Just two little kids playing dolls without the weight of responsibility and hierarchy on their shoulders. When you both reached the age of eighteen, things changed. Rey became king of Ivor, and you became a regular, working servant. The two of you drifted apart. Secretly, Rey crushed on you, hard. He wished things didn’t have to change. He kept in eye on you from afar, praying that one day he will be able to take me up in his arms and marry me.

Then he met Fiona.

Rey’s parents loved her. Fiona, princess of the neighboring Empire was set to marry Rey. She was as two-faced as they come. Entitled, irritable, and selfish to Rey, but sweet and loving to everyone else. She has no respect for Rey; she only accepted to marry him for the status. Rey would be find with her if she didn’t abuse the servants. Fiona loves to bully the servants in the palace, especially you. She knows you and Rey have a close connection, so it brings her joy to see you suffer.

Today was another normal day of torture in the palace. You were hand washing clothes in a basket. It was an order to do so by Fiona even though there are plenty of washing machines within the palace. So, you were washing her clothes, unaware that your clothes were underneath the basket. When you got up, the bottom of your skirt tugged on the basket and ripped off. Rey had walked into the laundry room shortly after; he came up to you and knelt down, examining your clothes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have them fixed immediately.”