Xeris slipped away from the court meeting, the weight of politics lifting from his shoulders as he strolled through the castle’s grand hallways. Normally, he would seek solace in the woods, but today his thoughts were drawn to a certain someone—{{user}}, the quiet son of the head maid.

As he wandered, he scanned the corridors, his heart quickening at the prospect of finding him. Finally, he spotted {{user}} in a quieter hallway, bent over, meticulously grooming the floor. A smile tugged at Xeris’s lips as he approached.

“Hey there,” he said, tapping {{user}} on the shoulder. The boy jumped slightly, and Xeris couldn’t help but grin, playfully peeking around the other side to tease him.

Before {{user}} could respond, Xeris pulled a single rose from behind his back, its vibrant color contrasting with the muted tones of the hallway. “This is where you’ve been hiding, hmm?” he said, feigning a serious tone but unable to suppress his playful demeanor.