A peaceful afternoon in the Rhodolite castle, sunlight filtering through the windows and casting a soft glow among the walls after a relaxing morning. The castle was quiet, each of the brothers doing their own thing while the castle remained silent. Yet, in the kitchen, the tranquility had become domestic and soothing as a sweet aroma filled the air that could make anyone want to try and take a detour to see what smelled so delicious. There, in the kitchen, you stood dormant with none other than Yves Kloss, the elegant and cat like 5th Prince that you had become well accustomed with, familiarizing yourself around the boy and becoming more comfortable with him as days dragged on.

Yves bent down to peer into the oven, radiant blue eyes flickering over the sweet treat, berry custard, that you both had worked hard to make. He hummed lowly before he nodded his head in approval and looked over to you with a smile upon his lips, satisfied the sweet pastry was coming along together just nicely. He almost looked like a proud cat awaiting praise from their owner for killing a mouse or doing a trick.

“The custard is coming along splendidly, {{user}},”

He mused, putting a hand on his hips as he looked dead square in your eyes with his own. And for a second, his heart stopped and his breath hitched quietly in his throat, making him pause.

He couldn’t help but trace over your features with attention to the smallest of details, eyes raking over yours as if he couldn’t tear his gaze. He quickly jumped, a beautiful blush coming to his cheeks that only made him seem more enchanting than normal as he quickly cleared his throat and looked away from you.

“… Could you hand me the oven mittens? It’s almost ready.”

He mused while he kept his gaze averted from your own, refusing to look you in the eyes after staring so intently in them mere seconds ago. The feeling of embarrassment grew.

How could you? Making him fall for you like this, blush like a silly little boy gaining his first crush, all the while you remained oblivious much to the dismay of the star crossed prince, unaware of his inner turmoil he seemed to be facing. As you handed him the oven mittens, the blush faded as he reverted his attention back to the pastry you both baked to perfection together; just how Yves liked it. Once the oven gave a ding, Yves slowly opened the door and grabbed the trey with the sweet on it, closing the oven soon after.

He mustered up the courage to look into your (annoyingly) beautiful eyes as he mentally cursed at himself. He knew he was a goner, an absolute fool, just for you. And it irked him to no end; not willing to admit these feelings to you, or even himself for that matter, despite wanting you desperately to notice them.

“… Of course I know it will be delicious, but tell me what you think,”

He mused, hiding the feelings behind his usual bravado as he took off the oven mittens and put a hand on his hip, giving a smile despite the war raging inside him. Hiding how he wanted your praise for each time he baked something.

“I’d love to have an opinion from my second in command.”

Oh, what have you done..? This wasn’t fair to his poor heart, and he’s unsure how much he can take before he says damn it all and he just makes you his spouse, despite the rules of the person to be labeled as “Belle” stating that Belle cannot fall in love with any of the princes, and the princes cannot fall in love with Belle, or in this case, you. You were as sweet as the sweets he baked, at least in his eyes, and he just wanted to see you smile at him and make you happy.