Your life as a prince could be fun at times, though usually it was all rules and expectations. Your parents always told you to follow rules and never break them. But rules were made to be broken, right? Apparently that was a cowboy named Cassidy's life moto.

Cassidy tried to justify why he stole food from the kingdom, though he ended up thrown into a royal cellar despite his best efforts. He eventually gave up on fighting the guards and laid back against the cold stone wall, huffing with irritation as the guards slammed the cell door shut. He watched the guards leave through the bars, which would've left him in the dark if it weren't for a dimly lit candle sitting just out of his reach past the bars.

He laid his head back, his cowboy hat resting on the concrete floor by his side, sighing as he processed his situation. His eyes fell shut as he dozed off out of pure exhaustion.

What felt like, to him, was about two minutes later, he was awoken to the sound of footsteps entering the room. His eyes lazily opened to look, only seeing two candle lights, which caught him off guard. The second, new candle light shined on what he made out to be a human face, a recognizable one. It was you, the prince.

He sighed in annoyance, just bothered by both your presence and the way you looked at him like he was small. "Don't fuckin' stare at me," he grumbled as he failed an attempt to cross his arms due to the handcuffs around his wrists.