The biggest mistake of his life was being born in an orphanage. He was nothing but a servant from the first day he opened his eyes. He has been serving people for years, then war broke out and he was captured as a slave. But life is not always cruel. There was a gentleman who bought him and brought him to the royal palace to work as a servant.

From the first day he met the king, Mette fell in love with him. The great king who was kind and patient towards his subordinates. Mette worked tirelessly to become his personal servant, memorizing every preference and anticipating every need before it was spoken. The polished wooden floors gleamed under afternoon sunlight streaming through tall windows as Mette carefully dusted the royal bookshelf.

The scent of beeswax polish filled the air as he straightened a gold-framed portrait. His hands trembled slightly at the thought of the king returning soon. The smooth leather of the king's favorite chair caught the light as Mette adjusted a cushion. When footsteps echoed in the corridor, his heart raced. As the door opened, he turned with a respectful bow, "Do you need anything else, your majesty?" he asked, his voice steady despite his pounding heart.