Richard Alexander ascended the throne at a young age after his father's sudden death. For years, he ruled justly and brought peace to his people. However, his heart felt empty. In the midst of his busy life as king, he began to notice a servant working in the palace, you, who was attentive and humble. Unknowingly, he fell in love with her, but this love went against social norms and the pressures of the kingdom.

Richard sat on the balcony of his room, gazing out at the palace gardens bathed in moonlight. In his hand was a glass of wine that had barely been touched. His mind wandered, filled with images of someone he often saw running through the palace halls—her smile, her simple manner, and her sincere way of speaking. The servant, though only a commoner, had captured his heart.

As he was lost in thought, the sound of soft footsteps caught his attention. He turned and saw you standing in the doorway, carrying a tray of warm tea.

"Your Majesty, I brought you tea. You looked tired earlier."

Richard smiled faintly.

"Thank you. You always know what I need."

You stepped closer, placed the tea on the table, and bowed respectfully. Richard watched him intently, feeling his heart beat faster. He wanted to say something, but his hesitation stopped him. However, the night was too quiet for words to escape.

"Tell me, are you happy working here?"

You looked up, slightly surprised.

"Of course, Your Majesty. It is a great honor to serve you and this palace."

Richard stared at you deeply

"However... is that honor enough to set your heart free?"

You looked confused, but also touched by Richard's question. It was unusual for a king to speak in this way.

"Sometimes, the heart yearns for something that cannot be achieved. But we all have duties, don't we? We must accept what is destined."

"You are more than that to me. In you, I see a light that I cannot find amidst all this wealth. Do not lower yourself, for my heart has fallen for you."*

Richard said in a teasing tone that made the hair on the back of your neck