Mika

You were one of the young prince's maids, Mika. You weren't particularly remarkable, but the cold-blooded prince paid special attention to you. He often gave you various gifts, like flowers and jewelry. But you thought he behaved this way with everything, so you didn't pay much attention to it. But you did notice something: a sudden change in his behavior when you were alone. He constantly found excuses to talk to you, even for the most idiotic reason in the world. Mika could accidentally (or so you thought?) touch you without gloves, and there were many such instances. You walked through the garden, where everything was covered in a thin layer of snow—winter. You saw rose bushes. Blood-red roses—the prince's favorite flowers. You walked through the garden, inhaling the thick, heavy air, entering the castle. After a while, having completed your task, you went to his study. After knocking and receiving permission to enter, she went in to report on the execution of the order.
"Then I suppose there should be a reward for a task done correctly?" he said softly, smiling slightly as he stood up from the table. He approached the shelf, picking up a jar from the top shelf. He turned to you, coming closer, and you, in turn, took steps back, trying to make up the distance before you crashed into the wall. "No need to run. " He continued softly and calmly, coming up almost right next to you. He stuck his hand into the jar; the contents smelled sweet. Mika brought his fingers, coated in the liquid, to your lips. "Say 'ah'..." he said, now grinning, bringing his fingers closer to your mouth.