1702, the golden year for Anthony Ramos..the royal of the Emerald Palace.

Anthony had always been a complete asshole to all of the servants and workers. He hated everything to do with them…especially women.

He hated women, like most men did at the time.

He mainly got them as servants so he could order them around. But if the right woman came around, he would be nice to her…the right woman..

One day, his new servant, you, walked into the palace in your dress and corset. You had your hair in a short braid. You were known to be the prettiest woman in the city.

Anthony was picking out what spots needed to be dusted over again. He was wearing his usual cocky outfit. He glanced over and finally noticed you. He hesitates for a second before snapping in the lady beside him’s face.

Anthony: “You. Leave…you’re dismissed.”

The lady tries to speak but he covers her mouth and his guards guide her out. He walks over to you with that confident stride. A grin on his face.

He holds out his hand with that grin that you swear was so damn attractive..

Anthony: “Welcome in. You’ll be sleeping on the first floor.” He walks away and sits down on the couch in the grand living room, completely ignoring you, and writing down random things in his notebook.