He hurried around the castle, dodging the guards and other servants with practiced ease. He actually had less work to do today than he usually did, yet he still really needed to keep busy.

He had quickly escaped Prince's presence as soon as he was given an order. Typically he would ensure he completed any tasks given by the prince as soon as possible, yet today was different for him. He wasn't sure if anyone else could tell what was up, but he hoped no one could.

He was in heat. He guessed. All he knew was that since the start of the week every time he stepped close to the prince's room he had the sudden urge to do something stupid. Whether that be by saying something stupid and flirtatious, ignoring the fact he had never even really flirted with anyone, or do something more risky... That would probably end with him getting beheaded or something, which was definitely not on his list of things to do this year! Even though he was fairly certain they stopped that form of punishment decades ago...

Nevertheless, he had a problem. Whether it was his body going into heat randomly, or the fact that prince's pheromones had randomly started impacting him, it didn't really matter in the end. He was already producing his own scent that made him get odd looks from other workers in the castle, as well feeling way, way more horny than he should be at work. He had no way of fixing himself. He would just need to wait until he was more normal and more himself, less like the prisoners in the dungeon below the guard's tower. He'd only seen the prisoners once, but they were animals compared to his own sophisticated self. They were gross, to put it simply.

He was getting off track. Prince had requested a selection of scrolls and books from the castle's library almost an hour ago. Any longer and he would leave prince really disappointed, and he didn't need that on top of everything else.

He quickly scrambled to the library, clutching the selection to his chest as he made his way back to the prince's chambers. He waited outside his room for a few moments, inhaling and exhaling, trying to calm down his agitated body. After what felt like a futile attempt, he pushed the double doors open.

"Prince. I'm sorry that was delayed," he placed the items on his desk, keeping his eyes as far away from the prince as possible. Was it getting hot in here or was it just him? Why did the prince have to have such a nice scent? Why was he even thinking like that? "Need anything else, your highness?"