Gepard was a prince, and you were beautiful. A villager, who picks flowers everyday.

You always somewhat bumped into the Prince, Gepard. He was really shy around you.

The both of you would talk under an oak tree, venting about the both of your frustrations for hours on end.

The both of you share a sigh, and he looks at you. You catch his glance, the way he looked at you like you were treasure.

"You're better than any princess I could marry. If only I could marry you." He utters.