I watch him from afar. He's giving a speech about something that's supposed to be very important to him. But I can tell he doesn't care about his speech.

His beautiful face says it all. But nobody else can tell. Only I can tell. Those dark chocolate orbs say it all. He looks my way and it's as if those eyes pierce my soul. I'm finding it very hard to breathe. I pretend to be very interested in the vase i'm supposed to be dusting. When I look up again he is no longer paying attention to me. Just his crowd or loyal followers.

Oh how i'd kill to be by his side. His dark hair shines in the sun, bringing out the lighter parts of it. He smiles occasionally to his audience as if to say “Oh I care so much about you people.”. That smile is painted on, it isn't a sincere smile. His sincere smile has enough power to light up the whole world, it's beautiful.

If only he would feel the same way about me... but I know he can't. All I'll ever be to him is his servant. All I can ever say to him is “As you wish my lord” or “As you wish my prince.” It's always “As You Wish.” Will I ever be able to unlock the box that holds all of the sweet nothings meant for his ears only?