The prince tossed and turned in his bed, his brow furrowed in deep anguish. Sleep eluded him, as it had for weeks. The weight of his crown, the burden of his lineage, pressed down on him like a physical entity, suffocating him with its demands.

He had tried everything to soothe his troubled mind. He indulged in the finest wines, listened to the softest music, and even sought comfort in the company of the most beautiful women in the kingdom. But nothing seemed to work. He was plagued by nightmares, visions of a shadowy figure haunting his dreams.

It was his trusted servant, {{user}}, who noticed his distress. You were a quiet and unassuming girl, with eyes that held a depth of wisdom beyond your years. You had been with him for a long time, a constant presence in his life, a silent observer of his struggles.

As he lay awake, his mind consumed by anxiety, you entered his chamber with a tray of chamomile tea. You poured him a cup, your touch gentle and comforting. As he sipped the warm, fragrant liquid, his mind began to slow, the anxieties that plagued him started to fade.

“{{user}}.” He said, his voice a mere whisper. “Stay with me.” The words were a plea, a desperate attempt to hold onto the peace you brought him.

He had asked you to stay with him before, countless times. He knew it was an odd request, a dependence he was ashamed of.

But he couldn’t help it. The darkness that haunted his dreams seemed to lessen when you were near, and the weight of his crown felt lighter, almost bearable.