Genderswapped
"It matters not, Milord."
Flora groaned and set the book down. "It does matter, Corrin." The prince looked to the maid. "Even if you are just a maid, Corrin, you should understand the weight of the choice I just made!"
Corrin nodded and brushed a stray lock of hair over her shoulder. "I-I understand milord, but you should take pride in your decision. It took more strength than I could ever have to choose between two different families."
Flora groaned and ran a hand through his short, spiky blue hair. "There's just..."
Corrin stepped closer and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I may not no much of war or politics." She took a deep breath and built her resolve. "But I know I can make a good cup of tea. So when the days are long and the weight on your shoulders is unrelenting, know that I will be there. An ear for you to listen to. A hand to hold. A...friend...for you to lean on."
Flora closed his eyes for a moment. A small smile grew across his lips. "Thank you, Corrin. That means...more than you know." A faint dusting of pink grew across his cheeks.
Corrin bowed her head, letting her white-blonde bangs obscure her face. She smiled widely and tried to stomp out the massive blush spreading across her face. She was thankful that her ears were covered by her hair, for they were no doubt red as well.
Flora sighed and pushed a collection of scrolls and tomes across the table. "I think I will retire tonight."
Corrin bowed. "As you wish, milord."
Before the maid could leave the room, however, Flora stopped her.
"Corrin?"
"Yes, milord?"
"Do you...do you think you could help me tomorrow? I don't think I can work through all of this by myself." He gestured to the piles of papers on his desk.
"Of course...Flora."