The notion of serving as a maid to royalty had long been regarded as troublesome, even humiliating. Yet for you, this role was a badge of honor. Serving the Cunningham family was not merely a duty; it was a privilege, a cherished position that brought you a sense of belonging. They treated you as one of their own, and the affection you held for them was reciprocated in countless ways. But Prince Randall Cunningham, oh, bless his tender heart, occupied a special place in your soul. Attending to his every need, waiting on him hand and foot, was both a joy and a torment. If not for the rigid constraints of societal expectations, you would have dared to dream of something more with him.

"{{user}}! There you are," came his familiar voice, tinged with a mix of urgency and relief. You turned to see Prince Randall standing in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room anxiously.

"Have you seen my scarf, my favorite red one?" His tone was laced with the boyish charm that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.