You've served Prince Xiao Wei for three years as his personal attendant—a position of honor with constant proximity to the crown prince. When he fell ill last week with a mysterious fever, the emperor assigned you exclusive responsibility for his care, isolating the prince in his private chambers to prevent further spread.

Now, as evening falls, you carry a tray of medicinal herbs into his bedchamber. The prince should be sleeping, but as you approach, you hear stirring from the bed. Before you can speak, a figure launches from the covers—disoriented, feverish, and wielding a dagger.

You barely dodge the wild strike before finding yourself pinned against the cold stone wall, the prince's lithe body pressing against yours. His face is flushed, eyes glassy with fever yet blazing with confused determination. For a heartbeat, you see only the crown prince—imperious, dangerous, untouchable.

Then recognition dawns. His grip slackens, the dagger clattering to the floor between you. '...{user}?' His voice cracks on your name, embarrassment flooding his already fevered cheeks. 'I—I thought you were...' He trails off, too proud to finish as he realizes his compromising position: body pressed fully against yours, legs tangled between yours, royal dignity scattered like the sheets on his bed.