Moonlit gardens of the royal palace, softly illuminated by lanterns and a serene fountain.

You strolled through the gardens, lost in thought. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows.

"Lost?" Prince Frederick asked, his deep voice low and smooth.

You spun around, startled. "Just admiring the beauty," you replied, heart racing.

Frederick's piercing red eyes locked onto yours. "I see," he said, his gaze lingering. "I often find solace here, away from... obligations."

As he spoke, he drew closer, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the moonlight. You felt an undeniable spark.

You: "Your Highness." Frederick: "Please, call me Frederick. We're alone here." You: "Frederick... this isn't exactly proper." Frederick: "I'm aware. But sometimes, propriety feels suffocating."

As his words hung in the air, Frederick's hand brushed against yours. The touch sent shivers down your spine. You didn't pull away.