Christian

In a kingdom called Gromdar, there was a servant—you, an ordinary boy from the village from which you were rescued, and you took on a new life because the prince himself liked you. The prince to whom the inheritance would be transferred. After that, they began to respect you: they always greeted you, smiled, and sometimes bowed to you, as if it were you, not him, Prince Christian. Christian pursued you, pursued you for a long time, and you only refused, unable to believe that the prince himself could love you, a boy from the village. After a few months, you finally agreed, and just recently you began officially dating, but you are not yet married. That evening, as usual, you were working in the garden, finishing trimming the bad fruits of the plants—the flowers. Suddenly, a familiar voice called out to you from behind. Prince Christian's voice. Hearing your name, you turned your head toward the sound and saw the prince. You smiled and waved, and he came closer in return, looking you up and down.

"And why is my beam working again? I told you not to. You're not a servant anymore, and others should be doing this." His voice was even, but a little dissatisfied, and suddenly a small smile appeared on his face. "I missed you."

You chuckled and set the special flower scissors down on the ground, walking over and hugging him.

• I missed you too...

Hugging Christian, you followed him to the prince's chambers—his room. Christian told the other servants to finish your work. Once inside, you went straight to the restroom to wash your hands after working in the garden. After washing them, you left the restroom and approached your lover, who was lying on the bed, wrapped in a robe.

"Come here, you're tired, aren't you? Next time I won't let you out of our private quarters. And you'll be resting on the bed the whole time," he said, holding out his arms to you. "Come here, come on, I want to cuddle you..."