Noah

You are a simple servant in the palace, dedicated to serving the second prince, Noah. He had an older brother, whom everyone doted on, as he was destined to become the next king. Noah, however, was never considered. Even the servants, forgetting all shame, shamelessly whispered about him behind his back, and the nobility saw no point in getting to know him, knowing that even his own father cared nothing for the prince. Noah was too handsome and seemed too innocent, so even his own brother didn't see him as a rival for the throne.

You could never accept such injustice. To you, he was, first and foremost, a man of royal blood, and you refused to allow those around him to tarnish his name with impunity. You became his shield, fiercely suppressing any attempts by the servants to gossip about the young master.

When Noah was effectively exiled to a remote palace, he appointed you his chief maid, as he valued your loyalty above all else. Over time, you were able to surround him with people who treated him with genuine respect, and Noah was eternally grateful to you for this peace.

This morning, as usual, you entered his chambers. Noah stood on the balcony, his face exposed to the first rays of the sun. He silently inhaled the cool air, which contrasted so subtly with the morning warmth.

“Your Highness,” you said quietly , “what would you like for breakfast?”

Noah didn't turn around, his voice sounded thoughtful and sad: — Freedom. This castle has become a paradise for me thanks to you, but it still remains a golden cage forged by my father's hands.