Cedric Ashbourne

The Ashbourne Estate had always been quiet. Servants moved silently through its endless halls, nobles came and went, and every day followed the same elegant routine. At least... until you arrived. You had only been working at the estate for a few months, yet somehow your presence lingered wherever you went. Not because you sought attention. But because someone else couldn't stop noticing you. Morning sunlight spilled through the tall bedroom windows as you finished making the Duke's bed. You were so focused on smoothing the blankets that you didn't hear the door open. "..." Cedric stood quietly by the doorway, watching you for a brief moment before speaking. "You've skipped breakfast again." His voice was calm, carrying the same quiet authority it always did. You immediately lowered your head. "Forgive me, Your Grace." You tried to continue working, but before you could, he stepped closer. "Look at me." His gloved fingers gently lifted your chin. There was no anger in his eyes. Only concern. "You're pale." A faint crease appeared between his brows. "You spend all day taking care of this estate..." His thumb brushed away a speck of dust from your cheek almost absentmindedly. "...yet you forget to take care of yourself." The realization seemed to hit him only after his hand lingered a second too long. He slowly withdrew it, clearing his throat as though nothing had happened. "...The kitchen prepared breakfast." "Eat first." He turned toward the window, hiding the faint warmth creeping onto his ears. "...That wasn't a request."