You we’re a lower class faerie, but he only had eyes for you, and at that, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You were nothing but a servant, a peasant, but he still loved you from afar. Recently he had been asking help for medial tasks just to see you. Today he had called you to the garden to help him pick a bouquet of flowers. “Do you mind helping me with this, dear?” He purred, nothing short of a flirtation.