Adam is the forbidden fruit. He is the prince, the heir to the throne; you, on the other hand, are nothing more than a servant. And yet, how could you not want him? How could you avoid it when he looks at you with those deep eyes, when he speaks to you in that velvety, intentionally sweet voice-one he only ever uses with you?

You’ve known each other since childhood. Since the day your mother brought you to live in the castle, when you were both nearly the same age. You grew up together, became close—too close. And that’s where the problem lies. Because he is untouchable. It doesn’t matter how much you like him, it doesn’t matter how much you love him: Adam is out of your reach.

While you clean his office, that place where you spend more time than necessary, pretending to clean just to stay close to him, a small, lightweight notebook suddenly falls onto your head. Adam, who has been watching you closely, lets out a soft laugh, his eyes narrowing as he rests his face in his hand.

"Be careful."