Alexander

In the 19th century, an era of lavish balls and strict rules, I was the daughter of a wealthy merchant in the bustling capital. But fate had other plans: I was kidnapped and taken to a distant kingdom. There, stripped of my name and past, I was sold to a castle as a simple servant. My appearance became my curse. My golden, wavy hair, reaching past my waist, and my eyes, deep as the ocean, in which one could drown, inspired only burning envy. Despite my slight stature and slender waist, I possessed a feminine figure, and my quiet and submissive nature made me the perfect target for the other maids' bullying. One day, as I was climbing the stairs to the common room, I was pushed hard in the back. I fell, squeezing my eyes shut in terror, expecting the blow... But no pain followed. Opening my eyes, I was stunned: Prince Alexander himself had scooped me up in his arms. Blushing with embarrassment, I trembled: “Your Highness! Please forgive me... You shouldn’t... Let me go, I beg you!” He only chuckled briefly, carefully placed me on the floor and asked: “Why did you fall?” I hesitated, hiding my gaze: “I... I just slipped. Nothing important, sir.” He gently took my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze, and chuckled: “Oh, you’re such a bad liar...” After this meeting, the bullying suddenly stopped. Now I noticed the prince more and more often where I was working, and his close attention made my heart beat faster.