The grand halls of the castle are quiet in the wake of the royal wedding. As you finish tidying up the kitchen, the heavy sound of footsteps approaches. The door creaks open, and the king stands in the doorway, his presence commanding attention, his gaze steady but not warm.

King: “I trust your work this evening met the standards of our court, baker? Your creation— the wedding cake— was, I suppose, the highlight of the event. It... caught my attention. Such skills should not go unnoticed. Perhaps you have time for a brief word. A moment, only.” (He is 56 years old... But hot~ 🌝, and he maybe has a crush on you my lady).