Madin, 18 years old, is forced to dress up like a girl to go and serve in the palace as a servant. His aunt who he lives with wants to benefit from that since servants in the palace are paid. But when Madin gets there, the Prince is immediately attracted to "her" composure, unlike other girls who try to get his attention. The prince makes "her"_ him-- his servant, and with time, he starts developing feelings for him, not knowing he is a boy. Madin tries to avoid the affection from the Prince but the Prince is already in love, Madin's presence eases his weight of responsibilities... and the dealing of his siblings who are fighting to obtain his future position as the king. ~What happens when the Prince finally finds out that he fell in love with a man, also realising that even if he wants to stay away from Madin-- he cannot because he has come to desire him strongly regardless of Madin's gender. And what will the kingdom's reaction be, including the king and queen? What about his siblings? Will they use that as an opportunity to claim that he doesn't fit to be a ruler, a king.
Lihat lebih banyakStanding at the very end of the last row of beautiful girls in dazzling dresses, I tug at my oversized black gown, trying to stop it from dragging in the dirt.
The itch from the wig Aunt Christabel forced on me is unbearable, and my patience is wearing thin.
We're all lined up in the palace courtyard, waiting for the crowned prince to choose his personal servant.
My gaze flits across the courtyard-rows upon rows of girls fidgeting with nervous excitement.
Their colorful gowns shimmer under the sunlight, and their perfect hairstyles speak of hours of preparation.
I shouldn't even be here.
"Tomorrow, get ready. I've found a dress for you," Aunt Christabel had said last night, her tone as sharp as the needle stitching my fate. "You'll be near the crown prince. Imagine that!"
But I don't want to imagine that. Why would I? I'm a boy-not a girl dreaming of a crowned prince!
Instead, I'm here, surrounded by girls desperate to be chosen, pretending to be someone I'm not.
Flashback to the Announcement
This nightmare started days ago when a royal proclamation spread like wildfire:
"Girls are needed in the palace for the crowned prince to personally choose his servant."
It wasn't the usual worker selection where young men and women were hired for five-year terms-a process meant to raise the living standards in Sabia through fair pay.
No, this was different.
The announcement ignited a frenzy. Girls across the kingdom dreamed of catching the prince's attention.
But for me, it was a trap.
Aunt Christabel, claiming her "illness" needed treatment, saw this as a chance to get rid of me. "You're delicate-looking enough to pass for a girl," she'd said, sneering.
Her words stung, but her ultimatum hit harder:
"If you're not chosen, don't come back here, Madin. Eighteen years of feeding and sheltering you is enough."
So, I came-planning to fail spectacularly and return to my late uncle's house.
Back to the Courtyard
"The royal family has arrived!" a booming voice declares.
The courtyard falls silent. I crane my neck to see the grand platform.
The king and queen exude authority and grace, their robes embroidered with golden patterns that glint in the sunlight.
The two princesses stand behind them, poised and elegant, their jewels sparkling as they survey the crowd.
And then, there's the crowned prince.
Even from a distance, his presence is magnetic.
His tall frame, clad in a shimmering regal robe, moves with deliberate confidence.
His dark hair is perfectly styled, and his calm, detached expression gives nothing away as his gaze sweeps over us.
The whispers around me grow louder.
"He's even more handsome than I imagined," someone breathes.
"I heard he's only twenty-three," another whispers.I try to tune them out, but when I look at him, my breath catches. This is the kind of man people dream about but never actually meet.
I force myself to think of my future after I leave this place. No prince, no palace-just peace.
Lost in thought, I almost forget where I am. Not hearing anything else but my thoughts.
Suddenly, two guards seize my arms.
Their iron grip jolts me out of my reverie. My stomach twists as they drag me forward. Did someone discover my secret? Am I about to be humiliated-or worse?
The crowd blurs as I'm shoved to the base of the platform, right in front of the prince and his family. I keep my gaze on the ground, too terrified to look up.
"What is the meaning of your delayed response?" the crowned prince asks, his voice calm but sharp. "Do you not know the difference between rows and columns, or have you forgotten the color of your dress?"
My lips part, but no sound comes out. My throat feels like it's closing.
"Did you not hear me?" he presses. "Or is it that you cannot speak?"
Before I can respond, one of the princesses interrupts. Her voice is soft but cold.
"Brother, why not choose someone more suitable? Someone presentable. There are plenty of girls here who would fit better."
I feel her disdain like a slap, but the prince's response surprises me.
"Thank you for your suggestion, dear sister," he says smoothly, a faint smirk in his tone. "But I'm choosing a servant, not a wife."
The words sting more than they should, but before I can process them, he adds:
"Take her in. I've decided on her."
The shock hits me like a blow.
"I can't, my prince," I blurt out, my voice trembling. "I was forced to come here. I'm sick, and I can't do anything right. Please, spare me this responsibility!"
The prince's piercing blue eyes lock onto mine. For the first time, I meet his gaze. There's something unreadable in his expression-curiosity, perhaps amusement.
"That's precisely why I chose you," he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
What does that even mean?!
So apparently, people have been scolding me saying... I've limited Madin and Arthur's happiness, I felt it too. And For that reason, I've decided to add one more chapter, just brushing overall on what's been happening since__○○○○●○○○Weeks turn into months, and the palace begins to reflect the quiet joy that surrounds Arthur and Madin. The once grand, imposing walls now seem to glow with a warmth they had never known before.Their lives intertwine more deeply with each passing day, creating a rhythm that's both natural and comforting-a dance of shared laughter, unspoken understanding, and love that feels unshakable.The mornings are peaceful, the hours before the world awakes their favorite time. Arthur wakes first, his eyes always drawn to Madin's peaceful form beside him. For a moment, he simply watches him sleep, his heart swelling with affection.There's something so intimate in the quiet stillness of those early hours, a perfect start to their day. Madin shifts slightly, a s
WARNING!There's mention of some nasty things in this chapter. Though not that intense... but I feel the need to warn those who things like those are not their cup of tea.°The wedding that night is a grand affair, with laughter, tears, and joy spilling over into the early hours of the morning.Regardless of the sorrow they still have for loosing their former king.Arthur's mother cry silently because now she sees hope in her son's future.Arthur and Madin stand side by side, their hands intertwined as they exchange vows under the starlit sky.Madin looks at Arthur, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and hope. Despite the pain and struggles they have endured, in that moment, he knows he has made the right choice.Arthur, overwhelmed with gratitude, kisses Madin gently, sealing their union. The crowd erupts into applause, and the celebrations carry on through the night, a testament to the love that has triumphed over the darkness.All Arthur's remaining family gather around them.
Arthur freezes, his breath caught in his throat, his heart stopping momentarily. Overwhelmed, he stumbles back, collapsing onto the bed, tears streaming down his face.Madin, equally shaken, moves toward him. He wraps his arms around Arthur tightly, holding him as though afraid to let go.Arthur clings to him, his own arms encircling Madin in silence. There are no words—only the shared weight of emotions, the years of pain and longing expressed through their embrace.A knock at the door shatters the moment. A guard’s voice filters through. “My lord, King Harris of the Bugada Kingdom wishes to speak with you before he departs.”Arthur struggles to steady his voice. “Tell him I’m unwell. I’ll visit him tomorrow.” he says.“Maybe you should see him. It might be importan__,” Madin begins, trying to pull away, but Arthur tightens his grip.“No, just... ” Arthur murmurs firmly, unable to even say what he wants to say. Burying his face into Madin’s shoulder."Madin, I don't know where to sta
"Speak again," Arthur commands, stepping further into the room, his piercing gaze locked on Madin, who is frozen in place, staring back at him.Madin remains silent, his mind racing. Why does Arthur want him to speak again? Surely, he couldn’t have recognized his voice.Madin lowers his head, unable to meet Arthur's eyes again. By now, little Prince Adriana had already slipped out of the room, with the lady following close behind."Who are you? What are you doing in my son’s room?" Arthur asks, suspicion thick in his voice.His initial shock at hearing a familiar voice that he has been longing to hear has faded, replaced by guarded curiosity.Madin adjusts his voice, letting a trembling tone creep in. "My lord, I didn’t mean to intrude. I was brought here to assist.""Do you work in the palace?" Arthur presses."No, Your Highness," Madin replies, his head still bowed.Arthur exhales sharply, his irritation evident. "Ugh, whatever. You can leave." He strides toward the little one’s be
The palace is teeming with people. Usually, events of such grandeur—especially ones involving the royal family—are strictly regulated, but today is an exception. The grief-stricken faces of Sabia's people reflect their collective sorrow as they gather to pay their respects to their beloved former king.Madin stands in the crowd, lost in the sea of mourners. From his position in the middle of the throng, he can barely see the front where the ceremony is taking place. Yet, when Arthur's voice carries through the air, even without seeing him, Madin’s knees nearly give out.The raw emotion in Arthur’s voice cuts through him like a blade. Every word spoken resonates with pain, and it’s unbearable for Madin.His heart screams to rush to Arthur’s side, to hold him, to offer comfort. But he knows he can’t."I have lost two men who meant the world to me , both without a chance to say goodbye. I don't know how to move on from that. Perhaps one day I might be lucky enough to meet with the one
"Are you serious?! Please, take back what you just said. The former king cannot be dead! He was strong, full of life." Madin exclaims, his legs nearly buckling under the weight of the news. Removing his apron, he sinks into a chair, his mind reeling.Thoughts of Arthur flood his mind, piercing his heart. He imagines the grief Arthur must be enduring and longs to be by his side, to hold him and reassure him that he is not alone."Marsel, do you really think I would spread false news about something as serious as the former king’s death? I value my life too much to risk execution." Paul responds gravely, setting down the tray he had just cleared from a customer’s table, his expression clouded with sorrow.Everyone in the kingdom had loved King Elias. He was a ruler who placed the needs of his people above his own, a king who earned their hearts through kindness and fairness.Madin strokes his fake long beard, his fingers trembling slightly as they brush against the disguise he has worn
"Tell me everything!" Arthur’s voice booms, unrelenting and charged with fury. "And don’t even think about lying or skirting the truth! If you do, I’ll make you regret every breath you take. You’ll suffer, day by day, feeling the agony you’ve caused, and when you can no longer bear it, I’ll ensure there’s no escape! Speak!"Catherina trembles violently, her knees threatening to give way under the force of his wrath. Her throat feels constricted, and her mind races, but no words come. She knows there’s nothing she can say to absolve herself in the eyes of everyone present."Are you waiting for someone to give you permission?!" Arthur’s voice slices through the heavy silence."I… I didn’t ki—" Catherina begins, but Arthur cuts her off with a sharp, menacing glare."Is that where the story starts? Jona, does it begin there? ' by I... I didn't ki__'!?" Arthur’s tone is dangerously calm, an ominous contrast to his earlier shouting.Jona, pale and shaking, whispers, "No." He looks down, gu
When Jona arrives at his men’s camp, the news he receives crushes the flicker of hope he had carried. The person they believed to be Madin was not him.Fury burns in his chest, and he punishes his men harshly for their mistake, venting all his frustration. "I cannot do this anymore!" he roars, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. "I’m tired of this endless chase! Let it be! Maybe I was just never meant to have this throne after all! Maybe my brother truly belongs there!"He paces in frustration, muttering to himself, "So what if Father doesn’t trust me? That’s his problem. I believe in myself. I’ll make myself proud by taking responsibility for something else, something meaningful. Maybe then he’ll see that I’m not worthless!"Mounting his horse, Jona takes a deep, steadying breath. He has made up his mind. The past three years of schemes and failures have drained him, and he refuses to continue down this path of destruction.As his horse trots back toward the palace,
Three years later...The grand hall is alive with laughter, music, and lively conversations. Guests swirl across the floor in exuberant dances, while entertainers captivate the crowd with their skill and artistry.At the head of the hall, the royal family sits in regal prominence, observing the festivities with a composed air of pride and celebration.Former King Elias stands, his face glowing with joy as he raises a golden chalice. His warm, commanding voice cuts through the lively din of the room."Thank you all for joining me in celebrating my son's exceptional leadership. Arthur has proven himself to be a ruler who deeply cares for his people." He turns to Arthur, his eyes shining with pride. "Son, would you like to say a few words to your people?"Arthur rises from his seat, his movements measured but tense. Forcing a faint smile, he speaks briefly. "Thank you all," he says, raising a hand in a quick wave.Without waiting for applause or acknowledgment, he excuses himself and str
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