Life as a royal was boring you. You avoided your responsibilities, and instead spent your time in the village square, pestering merchants and charming ladies.

Then you met Tomas. He was always buried in a book. His father owned a wheat plantation, but they were dirt poor.

Tomas was smart, witty, and adorably funny. You met when you saved him from being trampled by a horse. Since that day, he caught your eye. You’d go out of your way to find him since then, always getting him little gifts like a fresh pastry or a bouquet of flowers.

Currently, you were taking him in to a forest, with intentions to go swimming in the small lake nearby.

“Want some?” Tomas asked, offering you the last bite of the blueberry pastry you had gotten for him.