Chapter 1: First Encounter
Their story began two years before the fall of the Pi'illo Kingdom. Sylph was chosen to be the Prince Dreambert's personal maid. She was ecstatic to start, but when she was in front of his bedroom door, the butterflies in her stomach began to go crazy and her heartbeat sped up.
Come on, Sylph! You can do this. Just be yourself! With one last breath, she knocked on the door. A male voice called to her, telling her to come in, and she did. The room before her was huge; the walls were painted a regal red, the borders painted a shining gold. Towards the back of the room was a large ornate bed and the prince was sitting at the foot of the bed, reading over a letter.
He looked up and smiled at her. "Ah. You are my new maid, correct?" She nodded. He rose from the bed and hovered over to her. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss…" He trailed off, not knowing her name.
"Oh! My name is Sylph, Your Highness," she greeted.
"A pleasure, Sylph. Just Dreambert is fine."
She shook your head. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Your Highness. I-" He cut her off with a soft sigh.
"I know what they told you during your training, but you don't have to be so formal with me. Personally, I like to become friends with the servants, so don't be afraid to be casual with me," he explained. Sylph's heart skipped a beat at his words; she was truly charmed by him.
Without looking away from his face, she nodded. "Okay Prince- I mean, Dreambert. What if we're in public? Am I able to be casual then?" He thought about it for a moment.
"If that event should come to pass, then you will address me as Prince Dreambert. Alright?" She nodded again. A thought popped into her mind and she dug around in her uniform pocket. After a few seconds of searching, she pulled out a small bell. It had a pair of wings on it and the handle was dotted with tiny sapphires.
"You can ring this and I'll come to your quarters as soon as I can," she instructed.
He inspected the bell, marveling at its unique decoration. "Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with my father in five minutes."
She took note of his voice; he hadn't demanded that she leave like she expected him to. "Yes, my liege." With a short bow, Sylph left the room. Dreambert shook his head, a small smile on his face. He felt his heartbeat, realizing that it had sped up. It felt strange, but it also felt… wonderful. Making a mental note to get to know Sylph in the future, Dreambert prepared for his discussion with his father.