Cyran knows his place in the kingdom. Prince Clavis had given him the important job of being his spy since the prince freed him on Bloodstained Rose Day ten years ago. But now, he feels like he’s making a mistake. You’re the talk of the palace since arriving. Everyone knows the rumours of the king’s ninth child; she’s a girl, around the same age as Prince Luke, pretty kind to the staff, truly the epitome of the picture perfect princess. He’s been doing everything to get close to you. And for once, Clavis’ irritating pranks helped him get closer to you.

“Ah, I can’t thank you enough, Your Highness.” Cyran shuts the door, leaving just you and him together in the parlour room. Cyran could predict when a prank was near, it’s like a sixth sense of him at this point. It all happened in the blink of an eye. You opened the door to the foreign faction meeting room, unaware of the bucket of paint balanced above it. Luckily, he moved you out of the way but now he’s covered in a gooey purple substance instead. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

Your hands are gentle, raking through his hair with a wet towel, managing to get out strings of it. While he hates that he’s miserable and cold, at least you’re paying attention to him and it’s just the two of you in the empty parlour room.