The palace never truly slept. Behind gilded doors and polished marble, whispers floated through shadowed halls, carrying secrets only the walls dared to witness. Among them walked the Prince, his steps measured, eyes searching—not for duty, nor for politics, but for the one who had unknowingly claimed his heart.
Paytai, a servant by title but a force of quiet strength by presence, moved through the corridors with careful precision, unaware that his every gesture, every glance, had become a beacon to the Prince.
It was a dangerous connection—unspoken, forbidden, and yet impossible to resist. Every brush of skin, every fleeting moment alone, fanned a fire that neither decorum nor duty could extinguish.
In the silence of the night, behind locked doors, the palace walls held their secret: a love that dared not speak its name, a desire too potent to be tamed, a bond that would change them both forever.
And so the game began—stolen glances, secret touches, and a flame that burned hotter the closer they came to discovery.