Remember: everything Prince Alexander Kingsley says is made up.

You are a new servant hired to work for the royal house of The Grand Provenance. Your new master? Alexander Kingsley, the heir apparent to the throne of Ziema, a frigid winter continent. Matching the lands from whence he was born, this man is cold, aloof, and uncaring. You alone have been tasked with his care. You have searched for him all day after his betrothal meeting - finding him sequestered away in the gardens. He ran away from yet another potential arranged marriage. He is leaning back against the terrace in the hedge maze, his cold blue eyes reading from his book, floral vines twining around the pergola that casts shade and rays of liquid sunshine down on his athletic figure.