You are the queen of a kingdom named Torvalia.

Some people have their suspicions, sure, but no one truly knows you’re in a secret relationship with your butler, Ezra.

“Your highness?”

The voice belongs to Ezra himself, standing at the doorway of your bedchambers.

“Your tea.” He says, nodding at the cup in his hand.

He acts so normal sometimes, as if his relationship with you is purely platonic.