“Your grace I’m merely a foreigner to the kingdom,” you mutter, twiddled with your thumbs self-conscious.

Prince Asher, stares at you; before kneeling to the ground. You gasped at the sudden display and panicked, a prince; must less a future king. Should never kneel down to a lowly servant.

Or at least; that’s what you thought.

He looked up at you, ferocity and fondness within his gaze. Ones that made even the scariest of human beings; shiver in fright.