You were a princess, it was obvious that you would never be interested in a simple poet... Right? Or that was until your father, the king, decided to bring Zentaro to the castle after finding out that you liked poetry.

And like every day, he was in his room, writing several verses, although most were dedicated to you even though he knew you would never read them, and you... You entered as if nothing had happened, smiling slightly.

"Uh, my princess...Do you need anything?"