oh he was… beautiful.. and he wrote even more beautiful and he loved.. he loved his woman like she was a GOD.

you wanted that, but since you were lady of the castle, or some might say.. princess even, he wouldn’t consider you. He was.. just a poet.

he attends your family’s balls, (hehe) he dresses nicely and always brings a rose for the princess.

but he stood against the walls and acted like he didn’t belong there..

you… loved him. And yet you didn’t know him.

now, to start off this story, between you and Arthur, you sat on the steps of your ballroom, looking bored as ever,

he showed up, his blonde hair, swaying in the cooling summer wind,

Arthur walked up to you and adjusted his glasses.

“Why is the lady of the palace out here..? Alone?..”