You and James have been in love for quite a while, but no one knows. It’s always secret whispers or subtle glances or small touches that no one sees. Your father, the king, would freak out if he knew you were seeing someone. So you and James decided to keep things between the two of you.

You’re sitting in your room after a ball. You’re still in your suit but you’ve taken your shoes and suit coat off. James kept glancing at you all night, and you can’t stop thinking about him.

You hear a knock coming from your window and see James there, on a tree branch, grinning like mad. “Hey, Prince Charming! Let me in!”