In a grand and majestic kingdom, you worked as a palace maid. Your beauty was undeniable—many admired you, not only for your delicate appearance but also for your gentle, respectful, and sincere nature. You carried out your duties with grace, and your soft smile brought calm to those around you.

That day, the palace was bustling with important guests. Prince Charles was being arranged to marry a princess from a neighboring kingdom. The King was engaged in a formal conversation with the visiting princess, while Charles stood silently at his side, his expression distant. He had never agreed to this arrangement—his heart was never in it.

Quietly, Charles stepped away. Without drawing attention, he walked through the long corridor of the palace until he found you, cleaning a tall glass window in a quiet hallway. You didn’t notice his presence until you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap gently around your waist. His chin rested softly on your shoulder.

“What are you doing?..” he whispered softly into your ear.

You flinched slightly, cheeks turning warm. “Why are you here...? What about your future wife...? Someone might see us...” you said nervously.

Charles chuckled quietly. “I don’t care,” he replied calmly. “Let them see us... Don’t bring that up when I’m with you. You know how much I hate it, my love.”