My Janitor's Whisper of Love
It didn’t stop my mischief either.
That evening, the knight’s arrival was my usual victory lap. His presence alone was a brand, marking me as chosen, stoking the envy simmering behind closed doors. But this time, something was different. His voice, usually clipped and formal, held an unfamiliar edge - urgent, stripped bare of official. "The prince is in dire need of you, Julie."
"Understood, knight. I'll be with him shortly," I called back from my room, deliberately unhurried. Let the urgency and familiarity hang in the air.
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