𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

4

As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, the sun slowly began to ascend, enveloping the earth in a warm and welcoming glow. The chilly winter air settled in, and the first delicate snowflakes floated lazily down from the sky, each a unique and intricate work of art. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the unmistakable scent of winter, which spoke of comfort and warmth, crackling fires, and hot cocoa. The sky above was a stunning pale blue, with a hint of pink and orange at the edges where the sun began to appear. As the first rays of sunlight touched the rooftops and windows of the surrounding buildings, they were transformed into a magical wonderland coated in a fine layer of frost that shimmered and sparkled in the morning light. Despite the occasional soft creaks and groans of the castle, the winter morning was still and serene, a perfect moment of peace before the world began to stir. A soft knock now suddenly heard at the door of the prince's chambers.

The prince eagerly awaited the opening of the doors, a smile spreading across his face as he knew it was most likely you on the other side. You had a reputation for being an early riser, and he had been informed that you brought him his breakfast. As the doors opened, he was met with the sight of your familiar face, your arms cradling a small platter containing a plate of expertly cooked eggs and bacon and a steaming cup of coffee brewed from the same herbs grown in the castle gardens. The prince couldn't help but feel grateful for your prompt and reliable service.

"Good morning," he greeted you warmly. "You seem to have caught me in a good mood today."

"Good morning, your Highness," you replied, a smile on your lips. "I'm glad to see you in good spirits."

The prince chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. "Yes, I suppose I am. You were right about me being an early bird."

He took the platter from your hands and set it down on the table, admiring the presentation of the food. "Thank you for this wonderful breakfast. Did you sleep well?"

You watched as he sipped his coffee, eyes scanning you with interest. You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest at the attention he was giving you.

"I slept very well, thank you for asking," you replied with a small smile. "And how about you, your Highness?"

The prince nodded, taking another sip of his coffee. "I slept well enough. But let's not waste any more time talking about sleep. I'm more interested in you and more of your talents. You're unlike any other peasant I've met before."

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks at his words. "I  suppose you know just about everything... unfortunately."

The prince's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Ah, is that so? I suppose lighthearted talk will suffice. Savory or sweet? Favorite dishes perhaps?"

You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as you answered his questions, telling him about your favorite dishes and the techniques you used to create them. The prince listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours. It was a strange feeling to be the center of attention of someone so powerful and important. But you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to share your passions with him.

"I must admit, sweet flavors tend to appeal to me more than savory ones," the prince said, his voice trailing off as a loud knock interrupted him. Irritation etched across his face as he strode towards the door. You remained silent, sensing that the intrusion had agitated him greatly. As he opened the door, a young servant bowed deeply before him. The prince grunted, "Yes?"

"Your Highness, you have been summoned to meet with the generals this morning. They wish to discuss plans against Fort Hythorn and Fort Gillard," the servant explained apologetically.

The prince nodded curtly. "Very well then." As the servant left, he turned to you, his previously cold expression replaced by warmth and sincerity. "It seems our conversation must come to an end. I have pressing matters to attend to." You bowed in response, understanding the situation.

"It was a pleasure to speak with you, your highness," you said, moving hastily towards the door.

"Wait!" The prince called out suddenly, causing you to stop and turn back towards him. "I do not recall if you ever gave me... your name?"

You smiled. "My name is Venus, your highness."

As you left the room, the sound of your footsteps slowly faded away. The prince sat there, smiling to himself. "Venus... what a peculiar name," he chuckled to himself.

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𑁍┊-TiredBunBun