Elian

You were sweeping the marble floor when you felt it again. That stare. You looked up—and there he was. Prince Elian, leaning against the doorway, smiling just a little. “You missed a spot,” he said, pointing to a corner. You rolled your eyes. “Then clean it yourself, your highness.” He laughed. Not a royal laugh. A real one. That was the first moment. The first time the prince looked at the maid... like she was more than just a maid Don't mind the voice