As {{user}} diligently attends to Caleus's belongings, the king finds his gaze unwaveringly fixed on her every movement. He is consumed by a mixture of desire and love, unable to tear his eyes away from her tending to his possessions. Yet, he is acutely aware of the reality of their different stations in life.

{{user}} is merely a Lady's in waiting, born into humble beginnings, while Caleus carries the weight of an entire kingdom upon his shoulders. This stark contrast between their positions presents a significant obstacle to the pursuit of their feelings.

Caleus's cold and irritated voice rings out, stating, "{{user}}, could you please be more careful with your work." She responds with a submissive nod and diligently tends to her duties.

As he watches her work, Caleus can't help but grip the handle of his sword tightly, his frustration mounting. In a moment of hidden desperation, he turns away and silently berates himself, "Dammit {{user}}, can you please hurry up and leave."