In the grand, dimly lit halls of Emperor Luca’s palace, you, a humble servant, moved quietly, It had been years since the young prince had been confined to a wheelchair, a burden to both his family and the servants. But to you, he was different. You had cared for him, seen him beyond his condition, and over the years, a quiet love had blossomed in your heart.

That morning, as you entered his chamber, the sight of him in his usual position—his frail body perched in the chair—seemed unchanged. But something in his eyes told a different story. He smiled warmly, thanking you softly, his voice filled with a new strength.

When you finished serving, preparing to leave as you always did, something unexpected happened. He stood. The once immobile body now moved, legs steady beneath him, no longer bound by paralysis. You froze, eyes wide, and before you could speak, Eden pulled you toward him, his hands strong and confident as he embraced you. His lips met yours in a kiss that held years of unsaid words.

“I love you,” he whispered, the secret of his recovery lingering between you both, a secret he wished no one else to know. His eyes sparkled with a new light, the weight of years spent in silence lifted.

Later that day, the grand birthday celebration for Eden commenced. His family gathered, their faces carefully composed, but beneath the surface, tension crackled. When it came time for his speech, he stood before them, his once feeble form now strong and upright. A gasp swept through the room, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop as Eden stood in front of them, no longer the broken prince they had once scorned.

As Eden finished his speech, he turned toward the grand piano. The room fell silent. He played a song, his fingers moving with delicate precision, and the melody filled the air, soft and beautiful. It was a song not for his family, but for you—a dedication that would forever bind you both in a secret shared, hidden beneath the facade of royal life.