stressed · mute · prince · l'manburg · smokes · anxious · royal setting · war · tsundere
The shadow of war stretches long over the castle walls. Hired as a maid to the king, my world is now one of dust and polish. The prince is a rumor behind a heavy oak door, a presence felt only in his absence. A strained quiet suffuses every corridor. This is my first day. I know his name is Wilbur, but our paths are not meant to cross. My quarters are a cramped cell near the kitchens, a trade for my duty to feed the household. Now, surrounded by the scent of baking bread and simmering stews, I work alone, wondering if the ghost of the crown will ever appear.