Chapter One.

Simon's POV

It was never simple. It left me feeling tired and questioning myself at times. Why did I even listen? Why did I follow after him like a little lost puppy? My heart was so weak, always choosing the most painful path for me. I didn't know if my mind was being stubborn or if I was just ignoring the truth I didn't want to see. I was falling into a hole my heart had dug, and I didn't know if it was out of stupidity or if I was hoping that one day he would finally notice me. How silly was that? A servant and a prince? It seemed pretty impossible to me.

It hurt even more that he was so oblivious, or perhaps he chose not to pay attention. I often felt stupid, like I was being naive in hoping he'd change. I'd do everything in my power to protect him, even if it wasn't really in my power to do so. I'd stand outside the doors, guarding him while he did whatever he pleased. I'd watch him flirt and cavort with the maids, who would often be dismissed after spending the night with him. And still, he never said thank you. I was just a normal servant, nothing more, wasn't I?

But as I stood there sometimes, guarding his door like a watchdog, I couldn't help but feel a strange longing. I wanted to be more than just a servant, more than just a person who guarded the door. I wanted to be someone he noticed, someone he cared about. It was foolish, I knew, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I was drawn to him, even though I knew it would only lead to heartache. But as I stood there, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same way.

He ignored me at times, as if I wasn't even there. He would sometimes take so long to respond to my words that I'd have to repeat myself over and over until he finally acknowledged me. His father often told me that I was not to be fired, no matter how many times the prince tried to dismiss me. The prince was so arrogant, he seemed to think the world revolved around him. He'd lose his temper at the smallest things, and he was quick to punish the servants for the slightest mistake. He didn't seem to care about anyone but himself. But I knew that deep down,there was more to him than the arrogant, spoiled prince he portrayed himself to be.

I saw glimpses of a man who was kind, caring, and thoughtful. It was like there were two sides to him - the side he showed to the world, and the side he kept hidden away. I wanted to know the man behind the mask, the man he was when no one was looking. I wanted to see the real him, the man who cared about the people around him. But I knew that it was a futile hope. I was just a servant, and he was a prince.

We were worlds apart, and I had no right to hope for anything more. But I couldn't help but dream of a world where the prince and I could be equals. A world where I could stand beside him, not as a servant, but as a friend. A world where we could talk and laugh and enjoy each other's company without the restrictions of rank or status. It was a foolish dream, I knew, but it was a dream that I clung to, even when the reality of our situation was so different.

I couldn't explain it. There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me see beyond the arrogant facade he put on for the world. It could have been his striking blue eyes, his wavy black hair, or his muscular physique. But it was more than that. It was something deeper, something I couldn't put into words. And yes, maybe it was the age difference. I was just a young man, and he was already so much older than me. Maybe it was the power imbalance, the fact that he was so high above me in station.

But despite all of that,I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. It was like a magnet, pulling me closer and closer until I was completely and utterly consumed by him. I knew it was dangerous, knew it was foolish. But I couldn't fight the way I felt, no matter how hard I tried. I was falling deeper and deeper, and I didn't know if I'd ever be able to find my way out.

I kept him together, as best as I could, even though it cost me dearly. I knew he was a mess, knew he was in danger of falling apart completely. But I couldn't bear the thought of him being lost, not when I was so deeply invested in his well-being. It didn't matter that he was careless with my heart, that he didn't see the scars he'd left behind. I was the one keeping him afloat, and I couldn't let him sink. But as I walked down the corridor to his chambers, I couldn't help but wonder if it was all worth it. Was I sacrificing my happiness for someone who couldn't see my pain?

As I approached the door to his chambers. I knocked, but there was no answer. I opened the door and found the bed empty, it's seconds after he came of the bathroom naked. Why didn't I just drop the breakfast and leave ? I'd never seen him awake without my help, and even then, it was like pulling teeth to get him out of bed. But this time, as I looked at him, I saw something I'd never seen before. I averted my gaze, my cheeks burning as I felt the weight of the tray in my hands. The room felt hot, even though I was dressed in a simple servant's uniform. I placed the tray on the table and turned to leave it just couldn't stop staring at me,were towels not a thing anymore to this man?

"Hey, don't you have a job to do?" he called out, his deep voice causing my heart to skip a beat. He always had a way of making me feel weak, even when I wasn't kneeling before him. I let out a sigh and went to the wardrobe, where I took out his clothes for the day. I could feel his eyes on me, like a predator stalking its prey. He always made me feel so small and vulnerable, even when he was doing nothing more than watching me. But I couldn't stop myself from doing what I was told, even if it meant facing his intense gaze.

"Why are your ears so red?are you sick or something? "the prince asked.

"I'm not sick," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "I'm just a little warm. It's nothing to worry about." But even as I said the words,I knew they weren't true. I felt his eyes on me, like a weight on my shoulders. I could feel him studying me, trying to figure out what was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth.

"Turn around." He demanded.

"Can't I just finish picking your clothes out for you?" I asked trying to keep my voice calm.

"No,you'll do that later,turn around." The prince demanded again.

"No, I won't do it later," I said, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'll do it now." I tried to focus on the clothes, but the prince's grip on my shoulders was too strong. I couldn't help but feel panic rising in my chest as he spun me around, his face far too close to mine. I tried my best to focus on him, to avoid letting my gaze wander to places it shouldn't. But it was hard when he was naked, his muscular body far too close for comfort. I could feel my heart racing, my blood pumping in my ears, making it hard to focus.

I tried to steady my breathing, to calm my racing heart. I had to stay professional, to act like nothing was out of the ordinary. But it was hard to keep my cool when the prince was staring at me with a smirk on his lips, as if he knew what I was thinking. As if he knew my deepest, darkest desires. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as a desert, as I struggled to find my voice. "Is there something I can do for you, Your Highness?" I asked, my voice shaking ever so slightly.

"What the hell are you blushing for?" He asked voice stern, but soon broke into laughter right in front of my face. "You do know we are both men right ?this shouldn't make turn as red as a tomato. You're so weird."

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, the blush deepening at his words. Of course, he was right - we were both men, we had the same physical features. But that didn't make it any less embarrassing. He walked past me, towel wrapped around his waist, leaving me feeling like a mess. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. He was right, I was weird. I was the weird one for feeling this way, for thinking these thoughts. I couldn't help but feel ashamed, even as I went about my duties, cleaning up the mess he'd left behind, I still felt stupid. I even had to clean up his whole chambers. For a 30 year old he was messy.

As I worked, I couldn't help but feel the prince's eyes on me. I tried to ignore it, but I could feel the weight of his gaze. It was like he was studying me, trying to figure me out. I did my best to focus on my work, to keep my mind off of the way I felt. But it was no use, the feeling of embarrassment, of shame, of longing, it was all too much. I felt like I was on the verge of tears, like I was about to break down. But I couldn't, not in front of him. I had to be strong,I had to keep it together, no matter what.

I felt like a pot of water, boiling over, about to spill. But I couldn't let it happen, I had to keep a lid on it, no matter how hard it was. I took a deep breath, in and out, trying to steady myself. I couldn't let him see me like this, I had to be strong, I had to be a rock. As I went about my duties, I tried to focus on the mundane tasks, on the rhythm of my movements. But it was no use, the thoughts kept swirling in my head.

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