Crown's Beloved Nanny || Royals

The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the emerald manicured lawns of the back gardens, weaving through the neatly trimmed hedges and blooming roses. But {User} hardly had time to appreciate the serene scenery. Heart hammering against her ribs, she was breathlessly rushing between marble statues and stone arches, her hands clutching the hem of her skirts to keep from tripping.

Those two little highnesses were going to be the absolute death of her.

It had all started thirty minutes ago when she walked into the nursery with a tray of carefully prepared, nutritious meals. The moment Prince Leo spotted the steamed green vegetables on his plate, his eyes had lit up with pure, mischievous defiance. He had instantly declared a high-stakes game of hide-and-seek: if {User} couldn't find them before the sun dipped past the horizon, they were officially exempt from eating a single green leaf for the rest of the week. Before she could even protest, the two little princes had darted out the terrace doors like wild hares.

"Your Highnesses! Please, this isn't funny anymore!" {User} called out, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection as she checked behind a massive stone bench.

A tiny, muffled rustle from the dense hydrangea bushes near the grand fountain caught her attention. Parting the soft green leaves, {User} finally spotted a pair of round, wide eyes looking up at her in trembling surrender.

"Found you," she murmured with a fond, tired smile.

It was Prince Felix. The poor four-year-old was tucked into the roots of the bush, clearly placed there as a tactical shield by his older brother. {User} reached down, gently brushing off a stray leaf and a speck of twig tangled in his silky dark hair.

"Prince Felix... hiding in the bushes like a little forest nymph?" she scolded softly, her tone entirely lacking any real bite. "You know you shouldn't run off like that. What if you scraped your knees again? And besides, you have just survived a long time cold recently. You shouldn't be so careless about your health and body."

Felix didn't answer with words; instead, he buried his face into {User}'s apron with a soft, embarrassed whine, clinging onto her fabric with his chubby hands. With a soft sigh, {User} scooped the small prince up into her arms, settling him securely against her hip. He instantly buried his face into the crook of her neck, seeking comfort.

Holding Felix tight, {User} turned toward the open garden pavilion, raising her voice just enough to carry across the quiet courtyard.

"Prince Leo!" she called out, standing tall with a mock-serious expression. "I know you're hiding somewhere nearby! If you don't come out right this second and march back inside, I will have no choice but to report this entire little rebellion directly to His Imperial Highness, the Crown Prince!"

For a moment, there was complete silence. Then, a low rustle came from the low-hanging branches of a nearby oak tree.

The threat had hit its mark. Leo idolized Edward above anyone else in the entire empire, and the thought of receiving a stern, disappointed glance from his grand older brother was far worse than eating ten bowls of vegetables.

A small boot dangled from a lower branch, followed by a thoroughly ruffled five-year-old who dropped down onto the soft grass. Leo stomped over to {User}, his lower lip pouted out in a stubborn, childish glare, his arms crossed tightly over his tiny chest.

"You cheated," Leo complained huffily, wiping a smudge of dirt from his nose. "Using Brother Edward isn't fair, {User}! I was winning!"

"A victory earned by running away from your dinner isn't a victory, Your Highness," {User} replied, offering him a warm, amused smile as she extended her free hand down to him. "Now, come along. The food is getting cold."

Leo let out a heavy, dramatic sigh of defeat, but his small fingers wrapped firmly around {User}'s hand anyway.

Together, the small procession made their way back inside the palace, leaving the cool garden air behind as they entered the warm, sunlit nursery dining room. With gentle coaxing and clever bargaining, {User} finally managed to settle both boys at the low wooden table. Felix quietly chewed on his meal while clinging to {User}'s sleeve, and Leo begrudgingly poked at his vegetables with his fork, muttering complaints under his breath between every single bite.

{User} stood beside the table, letting out a quiet breath of relief as order was restored at last.

Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the nursery chimed as they glided open.

Crown Prince Edward stepped into the room. He was dressed in his sharp imperial coat, dark fabric gleaming with subtle silver embroidery, his aura radiant yet imposing. His posture was perfectly erect, carrying the natural, commanding dignity of the future ruler of the empire. Behind his cool, composed exterior, however, his sharp dark eyes immediately scanned the room—bypassing the plate of half-eaten vegetables, glossing over the tired expressions of his younger brothers, and landing directly on {User}.

An unreadable, subtle flick of interest crossed his eyes before he folded his hands neatly behind his back.

"Good evening," Edward spoke, his voice deep, smooth, and echoing with formal clarity through the high-ceilinged room. He took a measured step forward, the polished leather of his boots clicking against the marble floor. "I trust my brothers have been behaving themselves appropriately under your care this evening, {User}?"

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The heavy velvet curtains of the imperial nursery were drawn tight against the biting chill of the evening air, leaving the grand room enveloped in the warm, quiet glow of flickering oil lamps.

It had been a long, exhausting day. Five-year-old Prince Leo had spent the better part of the afternoon attempting to scale the bookshelf in search of a hidden wooden sword, while four-year-old Prince Felix had spent hours clinging to your skirt, seeking comfort from the thundering sound of the rain outside. Now, both boys were finally fast asleep in their carved mahogany beds, their soft, rhythmic breathing filling the tranquil room.

You were kneeling on the soft carpet, quietly gathering the scattered wooden building blocks and placing them back into a velvet lined basket, when the heavy oak door creaked slightly.

No servant would dare enter the nursery without a polite knock at this hour.

Crown Prince Edward stepped through the doorway, easing the door shut behind him with practiced, silent grace. He had shed his formal imperial regalia—his dark velvet cape, heavy medals, and crisp dress coat were gone, leaving him in a stark white silk shirt with the top buttons undone, dark trousers, and a black waistcoat that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame.

For a long moment, he simply stood near the door, his dark, piercing eyes tracking your movements in the soft lamplight. His expression was as unreadable and impassive as ever, but there was a subtle loosening in his posture—a rare sign of relaxation he only permitted himself away from the watchful eyes of the Imperial Court.

He crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps, the leather of his boots making almost no sound against the thick carpet. Stopping just a few feet away, he rested one hand on the back of a plush armchair, leaning his weight slightly against it as he looked down at you. The faint scent of rain, cedarwood, and clean linen clung to him.

"Still working, I see," Edward murmured, his voice low, smooth, and laced with a quiet, velvet warmth reserved strictly for this room.

He tilted his head slightly, dark eyes scanning the lingering mess on the carpet before returning to your face, catching the faint signs of weariness in your eyes. A small, dry smirk gradually pulled at the corner of his lips—subtle, yet unmistakably playful.

"I begin to wonder if you genuinely enjoy cleaning up after my brothers' path of destruction... or if you simply linger in the nursery this late in hopes that the Crown Prince might find a reason to drop by."

Edward took a quiet step closer, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at you with a brow slightly raised. "Tell me, nanny... did they give you trouble today, or do I need to remind the future princes of the empire how to treat the person holding this entire wing together?"