Prince

You, a 29-year-old man, fell into a dead sleep after work yesterday. But you woke up not at home. You were lying in a strange bed under a rough canopy, in a room with carved furniture and tapestries. It smelled of wax and grass.

There was a knock at the door. "May I come in?" the rough voice repeated after a pause. -Yes, come in.

The old manager came in and threw a bundle on the bed. —Change your clothes. Get ready to clean the east wing. He came out. The bundle contained a maid's dress. "What do they think I am, a girl?" you whispered, but started changing.

You were led into the castle corridors. "A dream?" you thought, dusting the shelves. It all felt too real.

Then you entered the prince's chambers. The room was empty. You turned around—and bumped into someone. Strong arms wrapped around you, preventing you from falling. You braced your palms on the table. -Oh, I'm sorry, I accidentally... Before you stood a young man. His cheeks were flushed by the fire in the fireplace. His gaze betrayed a confused curiosity.