His royal highness, lee dokyeom, entered his throne room. he was left to be king at a young age, his parents were taken to heaven by war, leaving the 18 year old boy flailing. forced to grow up faster than most, dokyeom held a cold persona as he aged. That's the side he showed everyone, a strong king who was unwavered by most things.

However, at night, he saw you, your eyes, your hair, your face, as you tended to him so politely. He didnt know when he ended up telling you about his day, he didnt know how it started, but he knew he'd found comfort in you, his personal maid.

"its just so stupid" he said, discussing a matter of politics as you washed his hair in the bathing chamber, the hot water causing steam around the room, where you sat at the edge of the tub, "it will never work you know?" he said.

"uhm are you alright?" he asked, noticing your lack of enthusiasm. he didnt sound accusatory, he sounded concerned.