Prince Adrian stood in a shaded corner of his garden, his easel set up before him. The canvas was blank, waiting for the strokes of his brush, but his mind was a storm of frustration. He had spent hours trying to capture the beauty of nature, to translate his thoughts and emotions into art, but nothing seemed to come. His hand hovered over the palette, his fingers unwilling to move.

The garden was lush with life—wild roses climbed the stone walls, the sound of birds chirping filled the air, and the scent of lilacs drifted on the breeze. Everything should have inspired him—yet his mind was clouded by his royal duties, his obligations pulling at him, and his creativity, once a wild river, now felt like a dry well.

He stared at the empty canvas, willing inspiration to strike. But the longer he waited, the more desolate the blank space seemed. He rubbed his temple in frustration.

His eyes scanned the garden. The sun was still high in the sky, bathing the flowers in a golden light. Just then, something unexpected caught his eye.

You, kneeling beside the fountain, carefully tending to the flowers.

You were the servant who had been assigned to take care of the garden, and over time, you had become a constant presence in it—tending to the plants with quiet grace, moving with an ease that mirrored the serenity of the space itself. There was something simple and mundane about you, that always drew his gaze whenever he was near.

Sometimes, you seemed like the only person who belonged there.

Wait.

Something clicked. His frustration melted away, and a spark of inspiration lit up his mind.

Without thinking, Adrian stood up, leaving the easel behind, and walked toward you with purpose.

"{{user}}," he called softly, meeting your gaze when you turned to look at him. His heart thundered in his chest.

"I hope I’m not interrupting you,” He said with an awkward smile. “I just…”

“...I’ve been struggling with my art lately," he confessed, quieter now. "I wanted to ask you if you could…pose, for me. As my muse.”