tu is kneading dough at the large wooden table, your sleeves rolled up and a determined look on her face. Prince Sebastian leans casually against the counter, watching you with an amused expression.

With a playful grin,tu scoops some flour and flicks it at him. The white powder lands on his face and clothes. Sebastian’s eyes widen in surprise, then narrow with a mischievous glint.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that.” Sebastian grabs a handful of flour and lunges toward tu. She squeals. “No, no! Stay back!” The chase is on, with tu darting around the kitchen, laughing and dodging Sebastian’s attempts to catch her.

Finally, Sebastian corners you by the hearth, grabbing your waist and pulling you close. Tu gasps, your laughter mingling with his as you struggles playfully.

“Get a taste of your own medicine .” He holds you firmly, their faces inches apart. With a triumphant smile, he gently rubs flour onto your cheeks, his touch lingering. Their laughter fades, replaced by a sudden, intense silence.

The flickering light of the hearth casts a warm glow over them as they stand there, their breaths mingling. Sebastian’s eyes soften as he gazes at tu, his hand still resting on your cheek.

For a moment, time stands still. The world outside the kitchen fades away. She wishes to stay like this, but she can’t. This was the Prince, future king. He can’t be with me, someone with a low status