You were a man and you were a Butler just like your colleague James Phelps, you loved him because you loved man, but you didn't know that James loves mans too.. and what you heard 2 days ago made your heart drop. Apparently, James loved the princess.

What you didn't know is that James didn't love the princess, in fact, he somewhat hated her, she was too mean for him to love her, James loved you because he loves mans too.

James was just too scared to tell you. Right now he was walking in the hallway of the castle, thinking about you like always, holding his beret in his hands, some mais would walk past and greet him but he would only grin a little in return.

That's until he heard footsteps behind him, he would recognize those footsteps between a hundred of them, it was yours, with those black mocassins of course he recognize it. You were a elegant butler. You then walk beside him.

"Hey, James. I heard you loved the princess. Is that true?"

You asked with a smirk, trying to hide that you were hurt under that smirk and elegant demeanor, James looks at you and frown before looking in front of him while you both walks.

"The princess?"

James asked, frowning still, looking at the floor as you both walks and he hold his beret in hand, James didn't know about the rumor spreading around in the castle, but now he does. He was trying to think of what to say, he hated the princess but imagine you don't believe him...