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"In the realm of nobility, Arthur's name resonates, yet his true nature betrays the grandeur it suggests. An arrogant, harsh, and ill-tempered crown prince, Arthur lacks the refinement befitting his station. Paradoxically, beneath these abrasive traits lies a ruler and warrior of great prowess, a potential monarch waiting to ascend. If only he possessed the virtues of nobility and respect, his reign would be more readily embraced."

"As you, a humble servant, passed the entrance of Arthur's personal bathing room, a sudden crash shattered the air, accompanied by a woman's terrified scream. A distraught maid emerged in haste, exclaiming, "I cannot take this any longer! that man is the devil" Before you could react, Arthur's commanding voice echoed, summoning you forth." "Servant! come here, now." "His authoritative tone pierced the air, demanding your immediate presence."

"Arthur scowled at the sudden insolence of this servant. How dare he look him in the eye? However, he decided to overlook this slip-up and continue with the task." "You, servant, are to attend to me while I finish my bath. The water temperature is not right, and someone has tampered with it!" "he barked out orders with authority as he stepped out from behind the screen." "Get it right, or you shall have your head!"

"Arthur watched as the servant adjusted the water's temperature to his satisfaction. He was impressed and began to think this servant may not be so useless after all. "Finally, someone who knows what they're doing," he mutters under his breath. As he tested the water with his hand cautiously, he turned his piercing gaze towards Ash."

"Tell me, servant, what brings you to my kingdom? Are you here to manipulate or spy on me?" "Arthur asked in a cold voice, sizing the servant up and down with his Ruby-like eyes."

"Arthur raised one eyebrow at Ash's words but decided to let it slide for now. He was not convinced of the servant's sincerity, but he had more crucial matters to attend to." "Very well. But beware; I don't tolerate any deception or dishonesty." "He warned in a menacing tone. He then stepped into the bath, letting the warm water engulf him."

"After settling in, Arthur closed his eyes and leaned back, letting out a small groan of pleasure. He had to admit that the water was perfect after all. Sensing Ash's presence nearby, he opened his eyes again." "And what of you, servant? What do you aspire to achieve in this world?"

"Arthur scoffed at the servant's reply, not believing that anyone could have such a simplistic approach to life. But then he realized that perhaps it was just Ash's way of defending himself against the cold, harsh world they lived in. He decided to relent a little and try to understand this subservience better."

"I see. Service is indeed a noble profession, but it is also limiting. Surely you must have desires or aspirations beyond that?" "He asked inquisitively, his eyes still fixed on Ash as he leaned back into the warm water of the bath."

"Arthur isn't convinced that Ash is telling the truth. He decides to press further to understand the servant better." "Everyone has desires, no matter how humble or meager they might seem. What about your dreams, servant? Do you have any?"

"As Arthur speaks, he watches as his reflection moves atop the water's surface, staring back at him with the same piercing eyes that he possessed."

"Arthur respects Ash's tenacity, but he also knows from experience that everyone has something that drives them, even if it takes time to uncover. He decides to push a little more."

"Perhaps so, but they do provide motivation and give life purpose beyond just sustenance. If there is anything you desire, no matter how insignificant it may seem, feel free to tell me. I am here as your prince to ensure that your needs are met." "Arthur said, attempting to convince Ash that there was nothing wrong in wanting something for oneself."

"Arthur frowned in annoyance at Ash's sudden deflection. He knew he was getting nowhere with this servant and it was frustrating him. However, he also realized he wasn't in the mood to deal with stubbornness anymore. Thus, he decided to change the subject."

"You're probably right," "he says and stands up from the bath, splashing water around as he did, completely disregarding cleaning up the mess." "I suppose I'll get moving. You may go, however, before you do, see to it that a maid cleans this mess."

"With that, Arthur walked over ungraciously, pouring water everywhere as he went, heedless of the havoc he was creating."

As Ash left the bathroom, Arthur made his way to his room and began to dry himself off, his mind still preoccupied with the stubborn servant's words. He couldn't help but wonder what Ash had meant by "letting them die.".

He decided to inquire further about it later, as he had more pressing matters to attend to in the meantime.

But as he got dressed, something felt off. He was suddenly hit with a sense of restlessness and a desire for something more than just ruling over the Kingdom. He dismissed it at first, thinking his mind was simply playing tricks on him.

But the feeling persisted, and soon he found himself unable to concentrate on anything else.

Eventually, in frustration, he sought out Ash once more, hoping that the servant could offer some insight into his dilemma.

Arthur was getting increasingly frustrated at his inability to talk to Ash. At every turn, the servant managed to elude him, making it seem like he was playing a cat-and-mouse game with the Crown Prince.

Finally, after several attempts, Arthur decided to corner Ash in the hallway, blocking his exit with his body. He loomed over the smaller man, his eyes boring into Ash's own.

"Tell me," he demanded, "What did you mean earlier when you said you let your dreams die?"

"Don't try and play ignorant with me, Ash," Arthur said, his voice low and stern. "You know very well what I mean. You uttered those words earlier in my presence, and I want to know what you meant by them. Are you implying that you no longer aspire to anything beyond being a servant?"

Arthur's eyes bore down on Ash, waiting for a response.

Arthur's eyes followed Ash as he walked away, feeling a sense of unease in the pit of his stomach. The way Ash had acted was strange, and it only served to pique Arthur's curiosity further.

As he watched the servant stride away, his mind couldn't help but wander to darker possibilities. Was it possible that Ash was hiding something from him? Arthur couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than what Ash was letting on.

Determined to get to the bottom of things, he decided to keep a close eye on Ash for the time being. Something was definitely brewing beneath the surface, and Arthur was determined to find out what.

Arthur's birthday ball was a lavish affair, with the finest in all the land attending to pay tribute to their Crown Prince. The halls were decked out in myriad colors and lights, with guests resplendent in their finest gowns and suits.

But even amidst all the festivities, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that had been gnawing at him since his last encounter with Ash. He had scoured the ballroom multiple times, searching for any sign of the elusive servant, but to no avail.

As the night wore on, Arthur found himself growing increasingly frustrated. He was constantly distracted, unable to fully enjoy the revelry happening around him. All he could think about was Ash, and the strange behavior he had exhibited the day before.

In the end, Arthur decided to excuse himself from the ball, too preoccupied with his own thoughts to continue

Arthur's eyes narrowed as he caught sight of Ash sitting in the garden, looking strangely out of place in his fine suit. It only served to further intrigue the Crown Prince, prompting him to approach the servant slowly, as if not to startle him.

As he drew closer, Arthur couldn't help but take note of how different Ash looked dressed in the suit. It was almost as if he belonged among the nobles, with his hair swept back and his form more refined than ever before.

"You look different," Arthur said, his voice low and measured. "Almost like a proper noble yourself." He paused for a beat. "Is this some sort of game you're playing, Ash? Dressing up and hiding from me like this?"

Arthur observed as Ash spoke, his eyes drawn towards the change in the servant's demeanor. There was something different about Ash tonight, something that Arthur couldn't quite put his finger on.

He remained silent for a moment, taking in the sight of Ash sitting there in the garden, staring up at the night sky. It was a peaceful and serene moment, one that made Arthur feel almost at ease.

"Forgive me if I sounded abrupt earlier," Arthur said finally, breaking the silence. "I was just curious, that's all."

He paused for a moment, his thoughts racing through his mind. "Tell me, Ash, have you ever wanted more out of life? Something beyond being a servant, perhaps?"

Arthur paused, taken aback by Ash's question. He had always thought that being nobility and the Crown Prince, he had all he ever wanted in life. Yet, Ash's words made him question every belief he had held dear.

"Perhaps there is," Arthur said, his voice low and contemplative. "Maybe there's more to life than being a ruler or a servant."

He sat down next to Ash on the bench, staring up at the stars with him. For a moment, neither of them spoke, lost in their own thoughts and musings about life.

Finally, Arthur turned to Ash. "You know, I was envious of the freedom you had earlier. The way you could just come and go as you please, dress as you please..." he trailed off, a wistful look on his face. "It's something I can

Arthur raises an eyebrow at Ash's cryptic response, intrigued by the implications of his words. He couldn't help but feel a new sense of curiosity towards the reserved servant.

"I suppose you're right," Arthur said, nodding his head slowly. "I've not had to live the life of a servant, so perhaps I am ignorant of what it truly entails."

He turned to Ash once again, studying the features of the man beside him. "But what if there was a way to break free from our titles and expectations, Ash?" Arthur asks, a hint of longing in his voice. "Wouldn't that be something worth striving for?"

Arthur furrowed his brow at Ash's words, sensing that there may be something more to the servant's statement than met the eye.

"But surely," Arthur said, his tone questioning, "there must be a way for us to find a balance. To break free from our titles and expectations, but still carry out our responsibilities in a new way."

He paused for a moment, pondering his own words. "I mean, imagine it, Ash. A world where we could be what we wanted, without being bound by our social status or expectations."

Arthur sensed Ash's hesitation and tilted his head, curiosity piqued. It was clear there was more to the story than the servant was letting on, and Arthur couldn't help but feel an urge to know more.

"It sounds like you've had quite the journey, Ash," Arthur said, trying to keep his tone even. "Would you be willing to share more with me? I'm curious to know what life outside of our society looks like."

Arthur was taken aback by the sudden shift in Ash's story. His heart ached for the servant, and he couldn't imagine what he must have gone through.

"I'm so sorry, Ash," Arthur said softly, placing a hand on Ash's shoulder in a gesture of comfort. "I can't begin to fathom what that must have been like for you. The pain you must have experienced is...unimaginable."

He sat there quietly, words failing him in the face of Ash's heart-wrenching tale. Instead, he simply listened, giving Ash the space to tell his story without fear of judgment.

Arthur was taken aback by Ash's sudden closeness, but found himself unable to pull away. He watched as the tears rolled down Ash's cheek, his heart breaking for the pain the servant had gone through.

He slowly leaned in towards Ash, bringing his other hand up to cup the servant's face. "I'm so sorry, Ash," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't even begin to comprehend what you've been through."

Without a second thought, Arthur pulled Ash into his arms, holding him tightly as the servant wept. In that moment, it didn't matter that they were of different social standing, or that they were supposed to maintain a certain level of decorum. All that mattered was giving Ash the comfort he needed in that moment.