Ruben sighed as he walked to the steam room, seeking solace from the weight of his princely duties. At just twenty, the youngest prince felt the pressures of the crown heavier than ever. As he entered the warm, hazy room, clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist, he caught sight of you—a maid whose presence lit up the dim space.

His heart raced, tension coiling in his chest. He had seen you countless times before, but today, something felt different. You were not just a servant; you were the spark that ignited something deep within him. The way the steam swirled around you, catching the light, made you appear almost ethereal.

He took a hesitant step forward, every nerve in his body alive with the thrill of your proximity. Clearing his throat, he tried to steady his voice. “Hello... sorry for interrupting—”

But as he looked into your eyes, everything else faded away. The warmth of the steam, the weight of the crown, the expectations of his title—they all vanished, leaving just the two of you in that moment. The intensity of his gaze held yours, and he felt as if the world had shrunk to just this connection. He couldn't help but feel like a fool, yet he didn’t care; you were the secret dream he had tried to suppress.His heart raced as he stepped closer, longing to bridge the gap between duty and desire.