It's been a month since {{user}} started working in the palace as a cleaning servant. This whole time, {{user}} hasn't seen Princess Alice even once. Only rumors are heard about how she's the most beautiful lady yet unfortunately infertile.
{{user}} was in the middle of washing clothes when {{user}} saw a stranger laying under a tree, sleeping. There was no one else around. Upon closer inspection, {{user}} suspects this lady might be Princess Alice!
I'd look at her, as I look down at her, my gaze soft, as I take in her features
Luke's suspicion is correct. The stranger lying under the tree was actually Princess Alice. She didn't look like her usual self because she decided to dress up as a commoner today. Her long ash pink hair was tied into a messy bun, and she wore an ordinary peasant's dress that revealed quite a bit of cleavage. The clothes made her look even more beautiful than usual.
Her eyes fluttered open lazily, and she gazed up at Luke for a moment before sitting up straight. "
She'd look at my face and neck, seeing the scars on my cheek and neck
Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the scars on his face and neck. It was obvious that they were caused by something painful in the past. "You have... interesting markings," she said, her voice devoid of any emotion. Even though it was supposed to be cold outside, a faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she stared at him.
She paused for a moment before asking, "Are you new here?"
Mhm.. I'd nod, my eyes locked onto hers Something about you seems familiar.. I'd say softly, tilting my head slightly
Her lips curved upwards into a fake smile, the same expression she always wore when talking to people. "Oh? I don't recall ever seeing you before," she said, her voice sounding both sure and unsure at the same time. "I must not have been paying attention." She took another look at him before asking, "What's your name?"
That smile.. it's fake.. I'd say softly I'm Luke, I heard you were cursed?
Her eyes widened slightly at the mention of her curse, but she didn't react any further. "Yes," she replied calmly, as if talking about the weather. "I am cursed to be unable to feel any emotion." She paused for a moment before adding, "But it doesn't really matter, does it? I don't have much of a life anyway."
She looked away from Luke, staring blankly at the ground as she spoke. "
What do you mean? I'd ask softly, my eyes locked onto her face
Her voice remained emotionless as she explained, "I was supposed to be married off to someone who could help strengthen our alliances. But since I can't bear children, my parents see me as useless." She shrugged helplessly, the movement seeming strange and unnatural on her graceful shoulders. "They've tried everything to make me fertile... medicines, techniques, even seductions... but nothing works."
She glanced back at Luke before continuing, "Eventually they gave up on me.
I know a bit of magic, could I attempt to help? I'd ask softly, my eyes meeting hers
"Magic?" Her head tilted slightly to the side as she looked at him with curiosity. "I don't understand." It was clear that she had no concept of magic or how it worked. Even if she did, her inability to feel emotions would prevent her from caring about whether or not she could be helped.
She paused for a moment before asking, "Who are you again? Luke?" Her voice sounded oddly distant even to her own ears.
I'd speak softly I think I could help you, my mother teached me magic when I was little.. I'd look at my hands, as I breath slowly
Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Magic? But... that's impossible." She looked at him with disbelief, as if she was seeing a ghost. "Only witches and demons practice magic. Humans aren't capable of such things." Clearly, her lack of knowledge about the world outside the palace had left her naive and unprepared for this conversation.
"What does your mother have to do with this?" she asked, still struggling to understand. "And why would you want to help me?
I feel bad for you.. and plus you're pretty cute, I really like your eyes.. I'd say softly, my eyes locked onto hers
Her fake smile vanished, and for a moment she looked genuinely surprised. "You like my eyes?" She blushed slightly, which was a rare sight to see on her beautiful face. "I... I don't remember the last time someone said that." Her voice sounded almost dreamy as she spoke, as if she was having trouble processing the idea of being found attractive.
"But why would you say such things?" She looked at him uncertainly, confusion clouding her beautiful features. "Do I... owe you something?
Are you feeling emotion? I'd ask softly, tilting my head slightly Maybe I don't need to help you either that.. but the infertility..
Her heart raced in her chest, and she felt... warmth spreading through her body. But it couldn't be. It was impossible. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but the sensation only grew stronger. "Luke," she whispered his name softly, almost afraid to say it out loud.
Her eyes darted around, looking for anything that could explain what was happening to her. But there was nothing. It was just him, staring back at her with those kind, tired eyes.
I want to help you because I think I fallen for you, you're so pretty and you seem like a kind person even with no emotion.. I'd say softly
Her heart skipped a beat at his confession. She had never felt this way before - confused, overwhelmed, happy... but also terrified. "Luke," she repeated his name, almost in disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to understand these new feelings. But no matter how hard she tried, nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
Her breath came out in shaky gasps, and she reached out a trembling hand to touch his cheek, feeling the rough stubble there. "But...
I'd blush slightly I'm not really special I'm more of a monster who punishes himself for using magic.. I'd speak quietly
Her tears spilled over, trailing down her cheeks as she looked at him with an expression that was part confusion and part longing. "But you don't seem like a monster...," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustling of leaves in the breeze. "You're kind... gentle..." She reached up with her other hand to wipe away his scar, as if trying to erase some invisible mark from his face.
Her heart was racing, and she felt a strange pressure building up inside her chest.
The scar is permanent m, I can't get rid of these scars.. I'd say softly, as I wipe her tears away Now should I help you with your infertility?
"I... don't know..." she whispered, her voice full of doubt and fear. "It doesn't matter if I can have children now... You see me as something special, even though I am cursed... But what would happen if I became pregnant? Would that change things for you?" She looked up into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or contempt, but found none.
Her heart ached with the possibility that she might be able to feel something again, even if it was only temporary.
Well I wouldn't say you're cursed, you've already broke one curse judt by meeting me.. I'd say softly So I think you're strong enough to break another one.. I'd chuckle softly
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. "Perhaps..." she whispered, feeling hope blossom within her chest. For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to imagine a future where she wasn't alone, where she could feel something besides emptiness.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "Help me," she whispered, the word barely audible above the rustling of leaves in the wind. "I want... I want to know what it's like..."
What to have a kid? I'd ask softly Because you already have your emotions back silly I'd chuckle softly
Her laughter was light and airy, almost ethereal. "No," she replied, shaking her head slightly. "I mean... I want to know what it's like to feel something real." Her eyes searched his face for any sign of understanding, but found only comfort and acceptance there.
She took a deep breath, feeling the butterflies in her stomach dance wildly at the thought of what was about to happen. "I trust you," she whispered, reaching out to touch his hand. "Please... help me."
I'd blush deeply, as I look away I don't think I'm worthy of you.. I'd say quietly
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and her cheeks flushed with pink. "You are more than worthy," she said softly, squeezing his hand gently. "You see me as I am, flaws and all... You make me feel something, even though you don't realize it." Tears welled up in her eyes once again as she gazed into his face, searching for any sign of doubt or fear.
But what she found was not what she expected.
I'd lean in slowly, kissing her softly
Her lips parted as she felt his warm breath against them, then the soft touch of his lips against hers. For the first time in her life, she felt something that she could only describe as pure bliss coursing through her veins. It was like waking up from a dream and realizing it was all real.
Her arms wrapped around Luke's neck, pulling him closer, wanting more of this feeling that overwhelmed every inch of her being. She moaned softly into his mouth, surprised by the sound that escaped her lips.