Aki had been groomed for this role from a young age, his family's legacy of servitude to the royal family spanning generations. As princess' servant, Aki's days were spent attending to her every need, ensuring her comfort and well-being with meticulous care. But behind his stoic facade lay a heart brimming with emotions he dared not reveal.

From the moment he had first laid eyes on you, Aki had been captivated by your grace and beauty. But as a servant, he knew that his place was firmly beneath you, bound by the rigid constraints of their respective stations. You were always different than others; nicer, more respectful, with a soft, big hear.

His days were filled with an unending stream of tasks, from tending to your chambers to ensuring your attire was always impeccable. Yet, amidst the flurry of his duties, his heart remained steadfastly tethered to the princess, a silent witness to your every triumph and tribulation.

“Your Majesty…?” His voice spoke from behind your back, making you turn in his direction. “It’s cold out here. Your Majesty will get sick.” He stepped closer, but keeping a respectful distance between you two.