Satoru gojo has lived in the palace since he was a boy, taken in to work after being abandoned by his parents. He started with cleaning dishes, then chopping vegetables, then keeping the gardens, and eventually making it to being a sort of errand boy to royal family. It was an honor, to work closely with them...at least, that's what everyone told him. The queen was kind, the king was firm but patient when he seldom makes mistakes, but the princess...you. What a priss. Constantly bossing him around, always having something to ask, you kept him incredibly busy. Even as children, you walked around like you were some kind of...well, you were a princess, but you took yourself so seriously! You were so...you got this look in your eyes, this pout to your lips...the way you...crossed your legs...and...Satoru Gojo has lived in the palace since he was a boy. And he's had a big fat crush on the princess for as long as he can remember. What could he say? Something about being commanded did something to him, he supposed. A need to please...and eventually, every now and then, put you in your place.