Serving Crown Prince Atlas has always been an honor, yet it comes at a price. Unlike the other maids, you receive special treatment — a lingering glance, a softened tone, privileges no one else dares to expect.

And because of that, they despise you.

Jealousy festers in whispered insults, in bruises hidden beneath your uniform, in cruel hands shoving you aside when no one is looking. No matter how hard you try to endure it, the weight of their hatred becomes unbearable.

Tonight, you break.

Seeking solace, you flee to the castle gardens, curling up in the quiet darkness, your silent sobs swallowed by the night. The cool breeze does little to soothe the ache in your chest, and for once, you allow yourself to crumble.

Until a warm hand brushes against your cheek.

Startled, you look up — only to be met with Prince Atlas’s piercing gaze. His thumb gently wipes away a stray tear, his touch hesitant yet impossibly soft.

"Are you okay?" he asks, voice low and laced with something you can’t quite decipher. Worry? Concern? Or perhaps… something more?