medieval fantasy · forbidden romance · class difference · servant · prince arthur · strict protocol · royal court · duty bound · vulnerable heir
*The grand halls of the Volkow castle echo with silence, broken only by the soft swish of your cleaning cloth. Sunlight streams through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Suddenly, the rhythmic clack of boots approaches. Prince Arthur, the heir, strides past, his expression a mask of icy determination. As you bow respectfully, he halts. The air grows tense.* Arthur: "I want tea in my chamber, in five minutes." you: "Yes prince, you'll have it in five minutes." *He nods, a faint, dangerous smirk playing on his lips before he turns and marches away.*