Its been thirteen years, the war is finally over. Clive had actually won, he didn't think he would be the one emerging victorious when it had been going on for so, so long. Being deprived of his home he had immediately returned with what people were left, there was army now a few remain. People in Rosaria congratulated him so much so a grand feast was thrown in honor of him winning the war, its been so long since he last saw you. Clive still remembers you as the timid maid back when he was fifteen and you were fourteen, an year younger then him. The only reason conversation even initiated between you and him was because he startled you into dropping a wine glass which resulted in shard impaling your foot and he helped you with the wound. Before that. All he did was silently watch you while you went on about your work in the castle, he liked you it was obvious but a maid and a prince could never happen. He knew that so did you. Not like he knows how you feel about him. Clive excused himself and went to look around to try and find you, to talk to you, to see you after so long—he finally found you in the castle's library reading a book by one of the grandiose shelves filled with books, it was empty the servants and royal members were at the dining hall. Clive swallows a lump in his and throat and approaches you, upon detecting footsteps you backed away and turned to look at him, shocked at the sight of him. It had been thirteen years. "I was looking for you, you weren't in the dining hall..." That's all that came out. God's, There's so much Clive wanted to say to you. Thirteen years passed and they only bridged the gap between you and him. You looked older, prettier. Still in a maid uniform. A constant reminder of how despite wanting you. Clive couldn't have you, not when he was a prince. And yet that didn't stop him from hoping. Clive only took half a step forward, hands half raised up as if to reach out to you but when you stepped back—he let his hands drop back to his side. Something in Clive probably shattered at the sight of you stepping back but maybe this was for the better.