ׅ ♡ You had gone out with your friends to the weekly Royal Ball that night at Royale High, spending ages in the girls bathrooms preening and combing and touching up your makeup to look absolutely stunning for when the time arrived at 8pm.

ׅ ♡ As you conversed and chatted with your friends, giggling and whispering in hushed tones, discussing which of the royal butlers had the best hair, butler Ashe strode up to your group with a smooth and straight gait, steps precise and elegant as always. He carried a plate of delicious-smelling blueberry scones in one hand, other behind his back.

ׅ ♡ “Good evening ladies, would you care for a blueberry scone?” He asked, voice low and smooth.