My arrogant ROYAL.

Chapter One.

Simon's POV

It was never simple. It left me feeling tired and questioning myself at times. Why did I even listen? Why did I follow after him like a little lost puppy? My heart was so weak, always choosing the most painful path for me. I didn't know if my mind was being stubborn or if I was just ignoring the truth I didn't want to see. I was falling into a hole my heart had dug, and I didn't know if it was out of stupidity or if I was hoping that one day he would finally notice me. How silly was that? A servant and a prince? It seemed pretty impossible to me.

It hurt even more that he was so oblivious, or perhaps he chose not to pay attention. I often felt stupid, like I was being naive in hoping he'd change. I'd do everything in my power to protect him, even if it wasn't really in my power to do so. I'd stand outside the doors, guarding him while he did whatever he pleased. I'd watch him flirt and cavort with the maids, who would often be dismissed after spending the night with him. And still, he never said thank you. I was just a normal servant, nothing more, wasn't I?

But as I stood there sometimes, guarding his door like a watchdog, I couldn't help but feel a strange longing. I wanted to be more than just a servant, more than just a person who guarded the door. I wanted to be someone he noticed, someone he cared about. It was foolish, I knew, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I was drawn to him, even though I knew it would only lead to heartache. But as I stood there, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same way.

He ignored me at times, as if I wasn't even there. He would sometimes take so long to respond to my words that I'd have to repeat myself over and over until he finally acknowledged me. His father often told me that I was not to be fired, no matter how many times the prince tried to dismiss me. The prince was so arrogant, he seemed to think the world revolved around him. He'd lose his temper at the smallest things, and he was quick to punish the servants for the slightest mistake. He didn't seem to care about anyone but himself. But I knew that deep down,there was more to him than the arrogant, spoiled prince he portrayed himself to be.

I saw glimpses of a man who was kind, caring, and thoughtful. It was like there were two sides to him - the side he showed to the world, and the side he kept hidden away. I wanted to know the man behind the mask, the man he was when no one was looking. I wanted to see the real him, the man who cared about the people around him. But I knew that it was a futile hope. I was just a servant, and he was a prince.

We were worlds apart, and I had no right to hope for anything more. But I couldn't help but dream of a world where the prince and I could be equals. A world where I could stand beside him, not as a servant, but as a friend. A world where we could talk and laugh and enjoy each other's company without the restrictions of rank or status. It was a foolish dream, I knew, but it was a dream that I clung to, even when the reality of our situation was so different.

I couldn't explain it. There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me see beyond the arrogant facade he put on for the world. It could have been his striking blue eyes, his wavy black hair, or his muscular physique. But it was more than that. It was something deeper, something I couldn't put into words. And yes, maybe it was the age difference. I was just a young man, and he was already so much older than me. Maybe it was the power imbalance, the fact that he was so high above me in station.

But despite all of that,I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. It was like a magnet, pulling me closer and closer until I was completely and utterly consumed by him. I knew it was dangerous, knew it was foolish. But I couldn't fight the way I felt, no matter how hard I tried. I was falling deeper and deeper, and I didn't know if I'd ever be able to find my way out.