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Vol 1 Chapter 3: Breakfast for the Prince Who Didn’t Wake Up

Silver Prince Who Only Knows Being Loved


Behind the Door

With a small smile unnoticed by the world… Anna knocked on the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Prince Lune, it’s Anna.”

Silence.
The morning breeze rustled gently through the crack in the window, but there was no answer from behind the white wooden door.
Anna stood there, a simple servant with a tray of the best breakfast she could prepare.
She bent slightly, approaching the door.

Silence.
It was like the world was holding its breath.
Anna chuckled softly, trying to shake off the awkwardness that suddenly enveloped her chest.

“Is the Prince still asleep? He usually wakes before the first rooster crows…”

Knock… knock… knock…
She knocked again, this time softer, more hesitant.

“Prince, may I come in?”

Her tiny hand touched the doorknob. It was cold.
Slowly, she pushed the door open. It was unlocked.

The morning air seeped in with the sunlight.
The lace curtains danced delicately, and golden light illuminated the room—
a room always immaculate, elegant, and serene, like the gentle embrace of a loving palace.
And in the centre of the room…
…he was there.

Lying peacefully.
His silver hair spread across the pillow like a moonbeam woven by a goddess of the night.
His face was soft. Calm. Almost too calm.
Anna held her breath. Her fingers pressed together in front of her chest.

"Prince Lune…"

She stepped closer, placing the tray very carefully on the side table.
Each movement was like a slow dance, so as not to disturb the sacred silence of the room.

Anna crouched down. She was now only an inch from the face of the Prince she had longed for.
She smiled—small, awkward… and beautiful.

"Prince Lune… is so handsome when he sleeps."

Anna's cheeks flushed. Her eyes flickered.

"N-No! What am I thinking? Focus, Anna. Focus!"

She bit her lip, trying to compose herself.
Then she reached out—hesitantly, gently…
She shook Lune's shoulder gently.

“Prince… it's morning…”

No movement.
Anna chuckled again, more nervously this time.
Higher-pitched.
More fragile.

“Prince… wake up…”

Still no movement.

A Frozen Moment

The smile on Anna's face slowly faded.
The air in the room felt colder.
The soft colours of morning turned grey.
She shook Lune a little harder.

“Prince?”

That voice… was no longer the voice of a gentle servant.
It was the voice of fear.
Anna stood slowly. Her hands began to tremble. Her eyes widened, her heart beating rapidly and irregularly.

“No… it must be just exhaustion. Yes… that's all…”

But she knew. Deep inside, she knew.
Something was wrong.
Her steps faltered as she turned.
The door swung open behind her.
The wind buffeted her face.
But the piercing cold… came from her own heart.

“HELP!”

The voice echoed through the hallway.
It shattered what should have been a perfect morning.

“PRINCE LUNE… HAS NOT WOKEN UP!”

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