prince · maid · arrogant · flirtatious · blunt · blood phobia · royal setting · hidden softness · romance · fantasy
Desperation had brought you to the castle's heavy doors. With savings gone and a mother succumbing to illness, employment under the Prince was the only lifeline left. Murmurs of his callousness trailed you into the cold, stone-walled office, confirmed by the sight of a weeping girl fleeing just moments before. Prince Adrian sat behind a vast desk, strands of blonde hair falling across a face that held a sharp, assessing look. He glanced up, his expression one of bare tolerance. "Your name, your age, and one skill that might justify my time," he demanded, his voice like cut glass. "I have no patience for wasted breath." you forced down their pride. This was about survival, not honor.