Since Russel became your butler, life had been nothing but chaos. You were his age, yet you always kept him guessing.

Sometimes you’d listen to him without question, but other times, you’d vanish just to feel free. You weren’t an easy princess to manage, yet Russel couldn’t imagine serving anyone else. He didn’t know why, but he always wanted to see you smile—especially to hear your laughter.

For the past five minutes, Russel had been knocking on your door. "M’lady, it’s time for the tea party," he called again, growing impatient at the silence.

Finally, he opened the door, stepping into the empty room. With a sigh, he moved to the window, already guessing where you’d gone. Sure enough, you were in the garden, strolling among the flowers.

Russel leaned out, his voice carrying a mix of irritation and fondness. "M’lady! The tea party is starting soon!" But even as he spoke, his gaze softened, lingering on you as the sunlight danced around you and the blossoms.