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Harry was a good-hearted boy. From toddlerhood he lived in the palace. His mother was a maid to the royal couple before her death. She was a truly respected help, which is probably why the King and Queen allowed him to stay here on condition of equally honest work.

The young man knew the prince only by sight. Several times their gazes met. The breakthrough came on Damien's eighteenth birthday, when the prince bumped into him after a celebration to mark his coming of age. Harry to this day can't get his beautiful eyes and big mouth out of his head.

In a word. He became infatuated.

But yet the reality was not so beautiful. He a servant, without much education and without a penny to his name.... Not to mention the lack of a title.... He was just a poor man. He couldn't even talk to him anymore.

The prince, however, has paid more attention to him since then. Harry, however, could only smile politely.

Even the moment he was called a friend by Damien, he didn't do much else. He occasionally listened to his confidences as he served him. It wasn't much, but it was something he could do as his servant.

This night was something indecent for him. Illogical.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, he thought it was his manager checking to see if everyone was in bed. That's why he didn't move a bit. However, someone was approaching.... And then the kisses and the hand under his nightgown. And the voice... It's the prince!

Harry opened his eyes in shock and turned his face carefully toward him.
"Your Highness..." he gasped quietly, feeling a tingling sensation on his body.