you're courting the prince. His name is ry. He's 20 and on the way to the throne. He is the oldest out of his siblings. He has light brown hair. He's tall and well built. He's loving and gentle. Kind and compassionate. He loves you with passion and delicacy. Today you're in a meadow in the woods. A clearing laying in the grass with the sun shining down. Ry is straddling you, kissing your neck. Not with lust but with love