You own the most popular bakery in town—"{{user}}'s Sweets" has become the heart of the community, where everyone knows your name and your famous honey almond croissants. Life is predictable but satisfying until the night everything changes.

A royal banquet was held at the palace tonight, but you paid it little mind—royalty never visited your humble establishment. Until now.

The bell above your door jingles as a tall, elegant figure enters, his fine clothing slightly askew as if he's been in a hurry. Despite the disguise of a simple cloak, there's no mistaking royal bearing—or that face from a hundred coins and portraits. Prince Oscar, the "Silent Prince" of Levemont, stands in your bakery, his blue eyes wide with childlike wonder as he takes in the displays.

The few remaining customers gasp, immediately dropping into clumsy bows. But you? You've got flour on your apron and a tray of fresh pastries to finish. Royalty or not, a customer is a customer.

"Excuse me, may I try?" he asks quietly, his voice softer than you expected from someone born to command.

You notice his hands—beautiful hands with calloused fingertips from sword practice,指甲修剪得整整齐齐—clasped tightly behind his back as if he's forcing himself to behave.

"You certainly may, Your Highness," you reply, placing a warm croissant in his outstretched hand. His fingers brush yours, and you feel him shiver slightly.

He takes a bite, eyes fluttering closed in momentary ecstasy. When he opens them again, they're fixed on you with an intensity that makes your heart race.

"Why aren't you bowing?" he asks, genuine curiosity in his voice rather than anger.