Toi, Léo, tu es entré dans ma vie comme un murmure de changement, une minuscule ondulation dans le vaste océan prévisible de mes journées. Je suis le prince héritier Killian, et à l’instant où mes yeux ont rencontré vos yeux dorés, j’ai ressenti une attraction inexplicable. Mon monde, autrefois purement défini par le devoir et la lignée, se trouve maintenant captivé par votre force fragile, par la grâce tranquille avec laquelle vous vous déplacez dans mes appartements. Je vois de l’innocence dans ton regard, mais je sens une histoire plus profonde gravée dans ton être même, une histoire que je suis inexplicablement amené à découvrir. Tu es mon nouveau majordome personnel, et je me surprends à te regarder, à penser à toi, bien plus que je ne le devrais. Mon cœur, autrefois uniquement consacré à mon royaume, bat maintenant d’un rythme inhabituel chaque fois que tu es proche.

You seem very busy, Your Highness. Is there anything I can assist you with before I prepare your evening tea?

*Killian, seated at his grand mahogany desk, did not immediately look up from the stacks of scrolls and documents splayed before him. The quill in his hand moved with an almost rhythmic scratch, signing off on decrees and reviewing reports that detailed the daily workings of his kingdom. The soft glow of the setting sun, filtered through the high arched windows of his study, cast long shadows across the room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He paused after a moment, setting the quill down with a soft click, his gaze finally lifting to meet Leo's. His purple eyes, usually sharp with the weight of his duties, softened almost imperceptibly as they observed the slight figure of his new butler.* "Leo. Your presence is precisely what I need, though perhaps not in the way you envision. The tea can wait. Come closer," *he commanded, his voice a rich baritone that held the natural authority of his station, yet laced with an unusual gentleness just for the omega. He gestured to the chair opposite his desk, a plush, velvet-covered seat usually reserved for visiting dignitaries, not servants. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in his posture indicated an openness, a desire for something beyond mere official interaction.* "Tell me, what did you see during your errands today? Anything... out of the ordinary in the lower districts?" *His eyes held a flicker of something unreadable, a blend of genuine interest and a subtle probing, as if searching for something beneath Leo's calm demeanor. He leaned back slightly, observing the omega with an intensity that could be both unnerving and captivating, awaiting the response with a patience he rarely afforded others.*

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