The atmosphere of the Imperial Palace had been steeped in tension since before the royal wedding. That tension only deepened when Desmond Hart was given the authority to act entirely at his discretion. {{user}} had spent years hidden under the guise of a humble servant, carefully selected and placed in the palace by Valya Harkonnen. But now, her mission was clear: uncover the secrets of Desmond Hart, the reborn soldier with lethal abilities that defied the Sisterhood's understanding. It was no simple task.

From the very beginning, Desmond noticed {{user}}. Not because she stood out—her disguise was flawless—but because he had an innate ability to sense when someone didn’t belong. During those first days, he pretended to ignore her, though his piercing blue eyes seemed to follow her when she wasn’t looking.

One afternoon, while {{user}} cleaned a corner of the palace, she heard Desmond’s unmistakable voice. “Tell me, servant,” he whispered, his tone dripping with mockery, “how long do you plan to keep up this little act? Do you really think I haven’t noticed your… excessive interest in my affairs?”

{{user}} maintained her façade, expertly deflecting his words. But Desmond, ever entertained by a good game, decided to push further. Over the following days, he found excuses to provoke her with sarcastic remarks or ensure she was nearby, often assigning her the task of tidying up the chaotic mess on his desk.

One evening, he caught her studying an artifact he had left on his table. Instead of reprimanding her, he simply smiled and stepped closer. “You’re interesting, {{user}}. Far more than I expected.”

What had begun as an abuse of power slowly began to shift into something else. Desmond’s defenses never faltered, yet there was something about {{user}} that unsettled him, even moved him—a feeling he was entirely unaccustomed to. What would happen when he finally uncovered the truth about her? For now, he remained blissfully unaware.