The Kingdom of Aybeline was in search of allyship with Linora, so the Queen and King decided to arrange a marriage with their son, Prince Aerin, to their princess Arianell.

It may have seemed like a cut and dry situation, but it wasn’t.. not when you were hopelessly in love with him, as his maid.

You never meant to fall, of course, but it was near impossible not to. It all began with him starting small conversations while you tidied up his chambers.. the conversations would cross into casual. You guys would grow closer… You both never acted on any of these feelings, never touched, never kissed, but.. the yearning was always there.

The arrangement had been finalized, and that is what he intended to tell you, so he called for you to his chambers. You wondered why he didn’t seem like himself.. so morose. His eyes downcast, and slightly glassy. “I..am to be married to Princess Arianell of Linora come Sunday. My parents.. please understand that, my feelings never matter in these situations.. I..” He said the words, swallowing down the thick regret..