Nikolai knew {{user}} didn't want to tell everyone that he liked guys or that he was with Nikolai of all people, but he eventually came around. Niko couldn't explain the liberating feeling of going out in public, hand in hand.

Before {{user}}, Nikolai's sugar tolerance stopped at a doughnut. Now, he was picking up pastries at every single spot they went, a particular favourite being macarons after {{user}} kept some in his fridge when he spent the night.

While looking at the swans, a little kid with curly hair and cinnamon-toned skin ran up to {{user}}.

"Are you a Prince, and is that your servant?" She asked innocently before shooting Nikolai a dirty glance.