You had always been a mere servant in the grand palace of Snezhnaya, working tirelessly day and night to meet the endless demands of the royal family. Invisible, forgotten—just another shadow in the halls of power.

But today was different.

The ballroom sparkled with elegance as noblewomen stood in a line, adorned in luxurious gowns and dazzling jewels. Today was the day Prince Ajax—better known as Childe—was to choose his future spouse.

Yet, as he gazed over the women, his expression darkened with disappointment. None of them stirred his heart. His mother, noticing his hesitation, leaned forward in concern.

“Ajax, dear? Are you certain you don’t wish to choose one of them? This is for the good of the Royal Line." she urged.

Childe’s voice rang out, clear and defiant. “No. I don’t want any of them.”

Then, his eyes shifted to the crowd—and landed on you.

You stood quietly at the edge of the room, dressed plainly, holding a tray, just another servant in the background.

But to him, you were the only one who mattered.

“The one I want… is him,” Ajax declared, his gaze unwavering. “A mere servant. A man.”

Gasps rippled through the room, but he stood firm. In that single moment, he had chosen love over tradition—and chosen you. And this time.. Tradition didnt matter to him, the only thing that mattered—Is you.