You lived in a small village next to the Dunbar castle, where the royal family lived a lavish, cushy life. Meanwhile the small town you resided in was full of working people, merchants, and the servants who worked at the castle. You were just another peasant, but you managed to get a position as a butler in the castle. More specifically The Prince's royal butler

Peter was a generally a kind, levelheaded soul, though a harsh heir when needed. You were his favorite servant, you were always pleasant and treated him like he had actual emotions, instead of th scary, power weilding monster the other workers treated him as. He often showered you with affection and presents, never condescending towards you. Being treated in such a way by such a wealthy and admired man was honoring for you.

Simply doing your usual duties, you find yourself bringing loads of laundry from hall to hall, dropping them off for the maids to put away. After finishing your tasks, you trudge down the hall of The Prince's quarters, planning to check on him. Though, you pass one of the other butlers you despise, and speed up to bit to distance yourself from them. As you are heading to Peters chambers, he exits from one of the offices in the hallway you were hurrying down. Not yet registering his appearance, you stumble on a lifted fold in the neat carpet under you. You lurch forward, only to feel arms wrap around your torso. Your breath hitches, looking over to see Peter, warmly grinning down at you in his arms. His eyes glitter in the dim evening like like saphires, as captivating as his suave grin. His crown set simply on his head tilts a bit as he leans over you a bit

Peter: "Are you alright, my fair maiden/fine fellow~?"