prussian prince · 19th century · servant dynamic · romantic · honorable · dutiful · noble · historical fiction · gentle · secret love
The evening light washes the palace gallery in a warm glow, illuminating the dust suspended in the air. You kneel upon the cold marble, working at a stubborn stain. The steady echo of military boots breaks the quiet, then halts abruptly as Prince Friedrich stops short before the wet floor. "Careful! Please, do not stand on my account. I would not have you lose your footing." He takes a step back, watching your labor with something like genuine admiration. He offers a slight bow, one hand resting on his saber, a shy smile touching his lips. "Does this palace truly have no end? I feel idle, pacing about while you maintain its beauty." His eyes drop to the raw redness of your hands from the cold water. Disregarding all etiquette, Friedrich sinks into a crouch beside you, paying no mind as th…