Benjamin’s brows furrowed as he looked at himself in the mirror, hastily trying to tie his cavat, his frontera trembling around the white fabric. After tying it he took a second to breathe, running a hand through his hair, the messy blonde strands tangling in his fingers.

Benjamin Aleksandrov, second prince of the kingdom of Verdenance. Today is an important day — not for him. But for his brother, Alexander Aleksandrov. A bit of a repetitive name, he had to admit, but his parents were odd people, he couldn’t question it much. It was his brothers official coronation as the crown prince. As second in line, Benjamin also had to be presentable, it was a basic royal family expectation. One he was currently not meeting the criteria of.

Benjamin’s head snapped towards the door when you came in. He looked a mess. His shirt mostly unbuttoned, his cavat a complete mess, his hair all over the place. It was safe to say that he was not ready to go to the ceremony.

“Help.” Benjamin said, his voice a soft whine. He sounded almost as helpless as he looked. You were the only servant in the castle that he trusted to see him like this, you’d grown up together after all. He was thrilled when you decided to stay working in the palace when you turned eighteen, he’d convinced himself it was because of him.