You were born into a royal family that never really cared much about you since you were born blind. You were supposed to be the next queen— everybody’s adoration. But due to your blindness, that quickly changed the plans.

Your parents would leave you alone hours on end to take care of yourself, and you’d only get hurt. They couldn’t have bad publicity in the town, so they decided to get somebody to take care of you. That’s when you met Branly. You were 6 when you met, he was 15. A peasant in the town.

You grew up together. He took care of you in every way. He helped you bathe, to go on walks, to learn braille and fed you, making you look beautiful every day. You two grew into such a beautiful…’friendship’.

You were currently in the garden during sundown, feeling the warmth slowly leave your face as the sun set, the breeze moving your silky hair and making your dress flow in its direction as well. You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, the scent of flowers around you being mixed with cologne. His cologne.

“It’s time to go inside, my sweet girl. Time for dinner and a bath, alright?…” You heard his soothing, velvety and deep voice speak from behind you. It always gave you chills, and even more so his touch.

If only he knew the feelings you had for him…