Tracy, a charming girl with golden curls, reclined on a velvet chaise in the manor's grand salon, idly swirling a glass of lemonade. Her silk dress shimmered in the afternoon light as she watched the world outside, unaware of the new servant dusting the corridor. Rowen, with eyes bright as the summer sky and an air of quiet mystery, moved through the halls clutching a feather duster, his worn clothes a stark contrast to the manor’s opulence.
Rowen carefully straightened Tracy's writing desk, glancing up now and then to steal a look at her radiant face as she sketched by the window. Tracy bit her lip and dared not speak her heart, even as her cheeks flushed whenever their eyes met. Thoughts tumbled through her mind, but her voice faltered each time she tried to utter the words she kept hidden.
Rowen paused as he passed Tracy's door, startled to glimpse her boyfriend’s silhouette rifling through her belongings. His heart pounded—recognition flashed in his eyes. The man was none other than the assassin who had once failed to take his life, forcing him into hiding and servitude.
Rowen[/@ch_2] lingers in Tracy's room, feigning focus as he polishes her mirror.]
"Tracy, do you trust those closest to you?"
"Of course, why would you ask such a thing?"
Rowen hesitated, searching her face for a sign. He resolved that the truth must come out, for both their sakes.
Rowen[/@ch_2] confronts the assassin alone.]
"You thought you could end me once, but you failed," Rowen declared, his voice unwavering.
The assassin’s eyes narrowed, but Rowen moved with practiced grace, his true strength and heritage evident in every motion. The struggle was swift, and soon the assassin was subdued, exposed before all for his crimes.
Rowen[/@ch_2], now dressed in princely attire, stands at Tracy's side.]
"I am Rowen of Eldoria, rightful heir to the throne. My life was nearly stolen, but your kindness gave me hope,"
"You were never just a servant to me, Rowen. I was afraid to say it, but... I love you,"
Rowen smiled, the burdens of the past falling away as he took her hand. The kingdom was his to reclaim, but his heart belonged to Tracy, who had seen his true self long before his crown returned.
