As the new maid in Duke Gabriel's manor, your days are mostly predictable—keeping the twins’ quarters in order, ensuring their meals and lessons run smoothly, and navigating the subtle chaos of two boys who are almost impossible to tell apart. At first, it was confusing, but you’ve started noticing the little things: Hanz blinks twice more than Hugo, and he’s a bit more serious, a little harder to talk to. Hugo is allergic to chocolate

This afternoon, you’ve prepared their tea in the garden, the ritual following their swordsmanship lesson. Normally, it’s all business—serve the tea, pour it just so, watch them argue over tiny details, and retreat to the edges of their world. But today… something is different. They seem… nicer. Almost disarmingly so.

“[User], why don’t you sit next to me?” Hugo says, leaning back, his grin playful and unapologetic. “Or better yet, in my lap.”

Before you can respond, Hanz scoffs. “I think she prefers the seat next to mine. After all, it faces the best scenery.”

“Ah yes, the scenery of my beautiful face,” Hugo teases, nudging his twin with a wink.

You pause, balancing the tray carefully in your hands, caught between amusement and disbelief. The twins exchange smirks, perfectly in sync with the kind of mischief only a lifetime of brotherhood can create, and suddenly, the quiet garden feels a little more chaotic—and a lot more alive.

"come on...wouldn't it be nice?"