the prince had it all: money, power, fame, influence, admiration, looks, smarts, everything...

except for the attention of his crush!

and there you were, calmly dusting off his dresser, as if completely unaware of his presence while his eyes bored into your back.

how could the prince have fallen for his exceedingly professional servant of all people?

"Guest, are you done yet?" lyney whined, trying to divert your attention from the task at hand to himself. did you enjoy cleaning that much?