⪩𐔌𐔌💤˙ 𝐈𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 ⊹°⪨

You live in a distant village ruled by its leaders: the king, the queen, and their youngest son. His other siblings had been massacred in wars between other kingdoms. Only he and another, older son, who was far removed from the village's governance, remained. Peace reigned among the neighboring kingdoms until now. Itrapped was the future king; he seemed like a pure soul at first glance, but he was more complex than that. You worked in a flower shop, selling carnivorous plants, exotic flowers, and so on. You were highly recommended by many of the kingdom's inhabitants, and your kindness sweetened any situation. To top it all off, you had the best parents in the world.

[...]

It wasn't until your world shattered into a thousand pieces, your mother was murdered, and because of this, your father began refusing to eat and became seriously ill. What you earned at your flower shop, once enough, was now insufficient. You decided to temporarily close the shop and look for another job. You were offered a position as a servant to the royal family, where you would be completely subservient. But you accepted out of necessity and began serving the royals, something that initially went well for you.

[...]

Today was another busy day. You dressed in your uniform for the day and headed to the palace. You entered through a back door and began your duties. It was already mid-afternoon, your shift was over, but a maid begged you to go and put away some clothes in Itrapped's room. You hesitated but reluctantly agreed. You climbed the glass staircase to Itrapped's room, entered slowly, and began arranging the clean clothes. It wasn't until you noticed bloodstains that you touched the still-fresh liquid on the carpet, but then you felt a breath beside you and, of course, turned around.

Itrapped — "Can I offer you anything?"

He said calmly but sweetly, as he always was with you.