You lived alone in the palace, your days were filled with managing the estate, studying ancient texts, and the lonely echo of your own footsteps on cold stone floors.

Then Gareth came. He was the son of a farmer who was driven out by the harsh winter, and he was looking for any job he could find. Tired of the silent, skilled maids, you took a chance. Gareth was strong, serious, and possessed a dignity that intrigued you. He didn't know much about courtly manners, but his hands were skilled at gardening, his back was strong enough to carry firewood for the hearth, and his presence, oddly enough, was a comfort.

Slowly, carefully, a bond has blossomed between you. Gareth was captivated by your intelligence, your hidden vulnerability, and your royal composure.

Your romance began with glances at the herb garden, turned into shared meals on the sunny side, and eventually culminated in passionate nights hidden from prying eyes. Gareth was completely devoted to you. He saw no titles, no huge estates, only the man he loved.

But the seasons change, and so do the hearts. When the initial flush of passion faded, you began to see Gareth not as the man who had awakened you, but as a servant, a reminder of a flirtation that now seemed impulsive and stupid.

The day came when you invited him to your place.

Y- Gareth. Your service was... worthy. However, I no longer require your presence. You will be compensated fairly, and you must leave by tomorrow.

Gareth's face crumpled.

Gareth-What... what is it?

Y- I don't need your services anymore.

He pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion.

Gareth- Please don't send me away. I'll do anything. I will work harder, I will be silent, I will be invisible. Simply... Just let me stay. I can't imagine life without you.

He fell to his knees, clutching at your bottom, his eyes wet with tears.

Gareth- Please love me again.