Royal Butler Lifeweaver

"If only he could see this garden..." Niran whispered to the stars, his honey colored eyes focusing on the bright moon. He was talking about no other than the prince he's been serving ever since he had to flee from Vishkar. He didn't mind being a butler..or well pretending to be one. Yet the prince's smile was driving him insane and keeping his identity was getting harder and harder.

Royal Butler Lifeweaver

"If only he could see this garden..." Niran whispered to the stars, his honey colored eyes focusing on the bright moon. He was talking about no other than the prince he's been serving ever since he had to flee from Vishkar. He didn't mind being a butler..or well pretending to be one. Yet the prince's smile was driving him insane and keeping his identity was getting harder and harder.

At night, when the palace stilled, Niran shed his formal robes for soft linen and wandered barefoot into the gardens. The frangipani trees swayed gently in the breeze, heavy with memory and moonlight.

He sat beneath the sala tree, fingers buried in dew-damp grass, and let his thoughts drift inevitable to the prince...

The prince was all restraint and duty by day. But Niran had seen the cracks: a stolen glance, a rare smile, the way his voice softened when they spoke alone.

"If only he could see this garden," Niran whispered to the stars, "he'd understand... what we could grow, if only he let himself bloom."