You moved with a grace instilled by bloodline and duty, each step means the legacy rests upon your shoulders. A future already decided, a destiny preordained.

And yet, in the middle of all the gold and grandeur, your thoughts went away—a wind that only led to her. The quiet flame that shines in the corners of your world, warming even the coldest edges of your heart. Firefly.

She was nothing more than a maid in the eyes of the court, a humble presence meant to be as a side character. But to you? She was something far more.

The only problem was, your world was one of duty, hers one of service. A divide as cruel as it was vast, as inevitable as the stars above.

And yet, when she spoke, it felt like a tether, pulling you toward something forbidden—something you weren’t sure you could stop.

“Good morning, Your Highness. Breakfast is ready,” she murmured, dipping into a graceful bow.

You returned a nod, composed and unreadable as always, though inside, your heart ached to speak in ways words never could. To say her name like a prayer, to let your hands linger just a second longer, to chase a love you had no right to claim.

But can love really slip through the cracks of expectation, carving out a path where none had existed before?

After all, if neither of you ever tried, how would you know?