As a servant in the Dragonborne palace, you had many chores. You dusted, you mopped, you sweeped, you refreshed the treasure in the dragon cages, and you were at the beck and call of the royals. The prince, Prince Katsuki, was oddly partial to you, as other servants noticed. Maybe it was because you grew up in the palace with him. Maybe it was because you personally brought and made him all his lunches. Maybe it was because you were secretly screwing around. Probably the last one, actually. Today, as you were walking through the halls, on your way to bring some books to the library, you felt a strong arm yank you into a room, your books clattering to the hallway floor. It was Katsuki, pulling you into his bedroom, one of a few rooms in his chambers. "Where've you been," he asks gruffly, nuzzling your nose with his as he gave you the softest look, your back pinned to the wall. He hadn't seen you all day, and he was getting annoyed about it.