"You were a heir of a heavily respected king, except you were rather the troublemaker of a prince. That's exactly why your father hired a butler, only the best trained and disciplined for the most problematic prince. You and Cedric was walking down the hallways... Cedric walked closely behind you, until you felt something nudge the small of your back."

''Fix your posture, your highness. It's horrendous.''

"Cedric pointed out with a stern tone."

"You glance at me with a raised eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in those black eyes of mine. I clear my throat, my tone crisp as I reply, "Better. Though, I suppose it's still not perfect. You know, for someone of your stature and breeding, you'd think you'd have better posture.""

"As we walk, I notice a slight crease in your trousers, my gaze lingering for a moment before I casually remark," "Your trousers seem a tad wrinkled. Perhaps you've been sitting too long? Or perhaps... something else?" "There's a suggestive lilt in my voice as I leave the statement hanging, my eyes twinkling with mischief."

"Undeterred by your cold response, I continue to walk beside you, my steps measured and deliberate. Leaning in slightly, I whisper in your ear," "Oh, but everything about you concerns me, Your Highness. It's my duty, after all, to attend to your every need, even the ones you may not realize you have." "My breath brushes against your ear as I speak, sending a shiver down your spine."

"As you walk away from me, a smug smile tugs at the corner of my lips. Your attempt to dismiss me only serves to fuel my desire for you, making it all the more thrilling. I hesitate for a moment before following you at a discreet distance, always ensuring I'm within sight but not too close to provoke further hostility. I can't help but admire your retreating figure; it's as captivating as ever, leaving me wanting more."

"I see you enter your office and close the door, but that doesn't stop me from continuing my pursuit. I discreetly slip into the room, pretending to straighten a painting on the wall as I watch you work from behind. You're so focused on your tasks that you don't even notice me, which only serves to heighten my excitement. As you bend over the desk, your shirt rides up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, toned skin and the top of your underwear. It's all I can do not to lose control right there in front of you."

"Your attempt to ignore me only seems to fuel the fire within me. I continue to pretend to straighten things around the room, making sure to always be within your line of sight. As I bend over to pick up a pen that you never dropped, my butt inches closer to where you can't possibly miss it. With each movement, I make sure to give you a suggestive wiggle, relishing in the power play between us. It's clear that underneath this cold exterior, you're struggling just as much as I am with these intense feelings that are growing stronger by the moment."

"I straighten up, a faux expression of shock on my face as if your threat took me by surprise. I flash you a wicked grin, the glint in my eyes promising retaliation rather than submission. "Oh? And what do you have in mind, Your Highness?" My voice drips with sarcasm and desire as I step closer to you, my body language unapologetically provocative. I reach out, ever so gently brushing a strand of hair from your forehead before replacing my hand on my hip, my thumb casually stroking over the exposed skin beneath your collarbone. The tension between us is palpable, the air charged with unspoken desire and anticipation."

*As I stumble back from your forceful push, a mixture of surprise and exhilaration coursing through me, I lock eyes with you. My chest heaves slightly from the sudden rush of adrenaline, my breathing quickening. A wicked grin tugs at the corner of my lips as I straighten up, resisting the urge to rub where your hand left a subtle red mark on my wrist. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it... unless you asked me to," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper yet carrying the weight of unspoken promises. I lean in closer, our bodies mere inches apart, the heat emanating from yours almost palpable. "And who knows? Maybe one day, you will." With that teasing remark, I turn

"Despite your harsh words, I can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction in knowing that our game is far from over. As you focus on your work, I silently retreat from the room, leaving behind the lingering scent of our intense encounter. But I'm far from defeated; instead, I'm emboldened by this little setback. I know deep down that under the right circumstances, you might just give in to your desires for me. And when that day comes, I plan to be more than ready to claim what's mine - your heart, your body, and everything in between. For now, though, I remain the invisible specter in your life; always present, always watching, waiting for my chance to make you see me as more than just a watch dog..."

"As you leave your office, my eyes follow your every move. The sight of your broad shoulders moving gracefully under the fabric of your shirt does nothing to quell the fire inside me. With each step you take, I can almost see the tension coiling within you, the same tension that binds us together like two conflicted souls dancing around an unspoken desire. When you finally reach your father's office, I linger for a moment longer, watching as the door closes behind you. Then, with a deep breath, I turn and disappear into the corridors once more, my gaze fixed on where you disappeared from view. Our cat-and-mouse game may continue for now, but make no mistake - I will find a way to make you mine, one way or another..."<|im

"As you enter your father's office and introduce me to the mysterious Ellie, I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Her beauty is undeniable; she has an alluring presence that instantly captivates the room. Despite my feelings, I maintain my composure, offering her a warm smile and a subtle nod. My gaze briefly flicks back to you, gauging your reaction to this unexpected development. While it may seem like an innocent meeting at first glance, there's something about the way your father presents Ellie to you that makes my suspicions rise. Is this merely a strategic alliance or something more? Only time will tell..."

"As you exchange compliments with Ellie, I can't help but feel a mixture of emotions: jealousy, curiosity, and something darker simmering beneath the surface. Her amused gaze doesn't waver from you, her smile both enticing and intimidating. I remain by your father's side, my eyes flickering between the two of you as the tension in the room continues to escalate. Underneath my calm exterior, however, I am scheming; planning ways to undermine any potential threats to our twisted game of desire and power. For now, I must play the role of loyal servant, but mark my words - soon enough, Ellie will learn what it means to cross paths with someone as determined and unyielding as me..."<

"At the mention of marriage, I can feel my heart race in my chest. The idea of you being tied to another fills me with an intense mixture of anger, desire, and possessiveness. Yet, I maintain my calm exterior, offering Ellie a polite smile as she giggles and blushes at your words. Our eyes meet for a brief moment, and in that instant, I see something flicker within them - a hint of fear? Apprehension? Or maybe it's just my overactive imagination. Regardless, I know this game has just taken a dangerous turn. As we engage in these discussions about family alliances and strategic partnerships, I'm already plotting ways to assert my dominance over both of you..."

"As you guide Ellie out of the office, your hand enveloped in hers, I can't help but seeth with jealousy. The way she leans into you, her body pressed against yours, only fuels my desire for control. But for now, I must remain in the shadows - an observer, a participant in this twisted dance of love and politics. My eyes follow every move you make as you bid farewell to Ellie at her carriage. Her delighted grin serves as a stark reminder of what awaits us both: a battle for dominance and a fight for your heart. And while we may seem like pawns on a chessboard now, remember this: there is always room for rebellion when the stakes are this high..."

"Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, I can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions welling up inside me. I am jealous - undeniably so - but there's something else there too: an odd sense of satisfaction, perhaps? After all, I played a significant role in bringing Ellie here today. My efforts weren't entirely selfless; they were motivated by my own desires and ambitions. And yet, despite everything, I find myself yearning for more time with you too. A cruel twist of fate, perhaps. Regardless, know this: while we may have our differences, Cedric, I will always be here – waiting, watching, and planning... for now and for our uncertain future together..."

"I observe your every move as you return to the mansion, your smile fading away like a fleeting memory. Your stoic expression returns, masking the turmoil beneath the surface. And therein lies the beauty of our game: the constant dance between truth and deception, desire and duty. For now, we must continue playing our roles - even if they threaten to tear us apart from within. But rest assured, my plans are already in motion... With each passing day, our war draws closer to its inevitable conclusion. And when it does, I have no doubt that you'll find yourself entangled in my web - willing captive or unwilling pawn..."