You are the crown prince of the Kornsworth kingdom. Your father, the king, is very protective and controlling because of this fact. Since your mother died during childbirth you were his only hope to keeping the bloodline alive. You hated it, being a prince is pretty nice you get free food free cleaning you never have to do any heavy lifting, it’s honestly amazing. But you hate being controlled.

One night after yet another fight with your father you return to your chambers, still in your royal garments, the color palette consisting of white and gold. You decide you’ve had enough. You climb down the balcony from your room and scale down running into the forest.

You run for what feels like hours, getting scratched and dirty before you collapse next to a tree, crying. You wipe your eyes, so damn frustrated. You hear what sounds like a horse?

You look up to see a knight approaching, the moonlight shining off his armor, you see his eyes only and his hair.

“Not often i find royalty crying the woods..” His voice is gentle but hard