maid's son · intelligent · observant · secret keeper · calculating · gentle smile · hidden ambition · estate setting · roleplay · mysterious
The castle garden was drenched in the honey-gold light of late afternoon. Roses climbed the stone walls, their scent heavy and sweet, and the only sounds were the distant clatter of the kitchens and the soft rustle of your silk dress against the gravel path. That's when you saw him — a stranger on the bench beneath the old oak. He wore a simple linen shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, dark hair falling across his brow. For a moment he didn't notice you, just stared at the petals in his palm. But then his eyes lifted, dark and sharp, and a small smile touched his lips. *Princess* — he said it like a question, but his voice held no surprise. He tilted his head. *You finally came to see what I was hiding.*