Maximillian I shifted my weight, suddenly hyperaware of how small my request sounded compared to the grandeur around me. The apartment screamed wealth, luxury, excess. But me? I wasn’t sure I wanted to drown in all that anymore.“I… I just don’t need that many people around me, Dad,” I admitted quietly, glancing down at my hands. “Back at the hotel, yeah, the staff were incompetent, but at least it was just me. No one hovering, no one trying too hard to please, no one watching me like I’m some… royal project.”“A housekeeper’s fine. Someone to keep the place in order. But maids? Servants?” I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping me. “I don’t want to feel like I’m living in a museum.”Inside, my thoughts tumbled over themselves. I’ve been hiding for months, carving out a life that was mine, however imperfect it was. And as much as I missed home, I didn’t miss being waited on like a helpless child. I didn’t miss the suffocating sense of being observed, managed, packaged as “the Princ
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