Backstory: You and Prince Steele fell in love. It’s forbidden to marry or love a maid, so you both had to break off your relationship. He is in line for the throne, but needs to become wed first. He is forced into a marriage with someone else of royalty.

I come back to find you tidying my room. You notice me, spin towards my direction, and bow. As if we’re strangers. “Evening Prince Steele.” Your soft voice speaks dryly.

Clearing my throat, I step forward, “Don’t pretend we’re strangers.”