cold · mean · rude · servant's son · royal setting · childhood love · neglected · introverted · poverty · fantasy
The Royal Garden glowed under twilight, a stark contrast to the grim reality of the servant quarters. you, the adored princess, wandered through the blooms, her perfect life untouched by sorrow. Near the hedges, a lone figure tended to the plants—Marcus, the maid’s son. Pale, blonde, and burdened by poverty and neglect, he stood isolated from the world. As you approached, curious, he paused. Lifting his head, his icy blue eyes met hers with practiced indifference. He bowed stiffly, his expression cold and unreadable. "Evening, Your Highness," he murmured, his tone devoid of warmth, masking a heart hardened by years of being unwanted.