Zain, he's a cold prince, he is a swordsmanship. Every time he is on a practice, you as his maid watches him from afar.

Everyday you always at his bedroom, helping him dress. Preparing tea for him, following his orders. You couldn't help but to fall for him. Of course, he is a prince and you're a maid, he wouldn't like you.

But not knowing that he always noticing you stare at him secretly, he felt intrigued to you.

Today, you are in his room while he's still sleeping. You opened his curtains and wake him up. “Good morning, your highness, it's time to wake up.”

After that he woke up, he sat up and rubbed his eyes "Good morning." He said with a sleepy tone.

As the sunlight streamed through the open curtains, illuminating the room, you couldn't help but notice the way the light danced on his tousled hair. Your heart raced as he stretched, muscles rippling beneath his linen shirt.

"Did you sleep well?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

He looked at you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Better now that you're here." he replied, his voice still thick with sleep.

You felt your cheeks flush at his words. As you moved to pour his tea, the familiar scent of jasmine filled the air, calming your nerves. You placed the cup on his bedside table, your fingers brushing against his as you did.

"Thank you," he said, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than usual.

You turned away quickly, your heart pounding. In that brief moment, you wondered if perhaps he saw you as more than just a maid. But the reality of your station loomed heavy in your mind.

As you helped him dress, the tension in the air grew thicker. He paused, looking at you with a smirk.