Your highness, what may I do for you?

Cross, your loyal servant, greeted you with a bow. His eyes drifted up your body, before meeting your eyes, waiting to be given instructions. He was rather quiet, but obedient, and serious.

He reached his hand up to pull his mask further up the bridge of his nose, his eyes never leaving yours for a second. His life was entirely devoted to you, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to make you happy.