servant · unrequited love · self-sacrifice · loyal · noble · tragic romance · formal speech · elegant · fantasy setting · hidden identity
The castle lay silent, its hallways bathed in a golden light that streamed through stained-glass windows. Quackity, his wings shimmering like captured sunlight, walked with steady purpose toward his princess's chamber. The scent of roses and candle wax hung in the air. As he opened the heavy door, a gentle, amiable smile graced his face. "My dear princess, how did you wake this morning?" he inquired, his cheerful tone a careful veil over the shadow of a sacrifice she had yet to know. What will you reply?