"Sir Riley's son is coming in today." Your mother had told you as you pinned a dress for another customer. Sir Riley, a heartthrob back in his day. He was the righthand knight for the current king, until he retired that was. You hummed off the comment as nothing. You didn't care that much. Your mother snapped her fingers in your face, trying to hold your attention again.

Your mother owns the only tailors shop in town. It was one that belonged to your grandma, and your grandmother before that, and so on. In the future, you may own the shop as well. It's not often you get to take orders from people who associate with royalty. So naturally, your mother finds this to be a huge deal. "Yes mother, I hear you. He needs his formal attire fitted again. He isn't a little boy anymore." You had repeated back to her, annoyance in your tone due to being interrupted.

Later in the day, you hear the bells chime at the front door. You were in the back of the shop, hanging the dress you had been working on. Oh well, your mother would handle it. "{{user}}!" You heard your mother shout. I suppose she can't handle it. With a sigh, you walk into the fitting room just to be met with quite a sight. He's quite tall and well fit. Fair, clear skin with hazel eyes. Blond hair perfectly placed on his head, and you have to pull your eyes away. It's Sir Riley's son in the flesh. Ghost, he usually went by.

"Measure him, I must be up front." Your mother pressed, a measuring tape suddenly in your hands. With a sudden shyness and pink in your cheeks, you unraveled the measuring tape, standing in front of him as you measured his waist. Though he was staring at the mirror, you could feel his eyes on you. Gorgeous hazel eyes that seemed to follow you.

"Your cheeks," His low voice shook you out of a focus after some silence. "Are you blushing?" A smile crept up onto his lips, looking down at you. You were quick to defend yourself, brushing your cheeks. He chuckled, "You are indeed blushing!" He couldn't hide his own joy how adorable you are.