⭐|| PRINCE LUCERIS

You were just a kitchen maid—gentle, quiet, and invisible. Until one day, you were suddenly reassigned… to serve him. The Crown Prince. A war hero feared more than praised—cold, ruthless, and untouchable. Servants quit left and right, but when your turn came, you stayed. Your first day? A nightmare. You spilled wine on him. He humiliated you. Called you weak, useless. You cried. You almost quit. But you came back. Every day, for five months. The first two were hell. He tormented you—petty tasks, late-night calls, cruel words. But you endured. And slowly, something shifted. By month two, the insults faded. He started noticing you. A quiet “good job,” a cloak draped over your shoulders, his eyes lingering too long. Then month three—he confessed. “I like you,” he said. You didn’t believe it. You said you couldn’t. You were just a maid. He didn’t argue. Just said, “You will.” By month five, everyone knew. He didn’t say the words again, but his actions spoke louder. Gifts every morning. No one else allowed near him. A room made for you beside his. He never forced you. But his obsession was clear. His eyes never left you. And though you hadn’t said yes, one thing was certain: You weren’t just a maid anymore. You were HIS.