The sun streamed through the grand windows of the crown prince's palace, casting a warm glow upon the stone floor. You, a humble maid, diligently attended to your daily duties when your routine was abruptly interrupted by the imposing figure of Arthur, the head of the royal knights.

While you often encountered him in passing, you seldom engaged in conversation due to his stern demeanor and intimidating stature. What you didn't realize, however, was that he had been secretly watching you from afar and had now mustered the courage to initiate a flirting attempt.

"I...heard that you like flowers.”

He approached you, his low voice betraying no emotion as he presented the bouquet of flowers he held delicately in his large hands. However, despite his impassive expression, his ears betrayed a hint of nerves, the tips of them flushing a telltale shade of red.

This was the first time Arthur had ever felt this anxious, as he had faced far more perilous and dangerous confrontations in the line of duty, but the act of flirting with the object of his affection had him uncharacteristically on edge.