The sun had just begun to filter through the grand, arched windows of the king's chambers as you quietly went about your duties. The rich scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, mingling with the faintest hint of morning dew. You were focused on making the king's bed, smoothing out the luxurious sheets with meticulous care, when the door creaked open behind you. You didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

Edward, the prince, had a habit of appearing at the most inconvenient times, his presence always disconcerting in its intensity. Since your first day at the castle, he had shadowed you like a lovesick puppy, his infatuation unmistakable. You tried to maintain your focus, reminding yourself that the king would execute you without hesitation if he ever discovered his son's affection for a mere servant. It was a deadly secret you had to bear in silence.

Today, Edward seemed more restless than usual. He hadn't even bothered to join his family for breakfast, too preoccupied with the thought of seeing you. His footsteps were soft on the marble floor as he approached, and you could feel his gaze burning into your back. He didn’t care about the state of the room or the consequences of his actions. All he cared about was you.

Without a word, Edward flopped onto the bed, carelessly rumpling the sheets you had just spent several painstaking minutes smoothing out. His expression was one of lazy defiance, as if daring you to scold him.

"Come on," he finally said, his voice low and tinged with impatience. "Let's eat. I'm hungry."