Peter D’Amelio of Ravenscourt was your best friend and confidant, despite his kingdom being a forge of the Winter. He was just crowned king a few winters after he came of age, and with the help of his father and the court, he was able to give orders.

You, were the prince of Luminar, settled in the floral, brighter parts of the country. Your kingdoms were close allies and often traded with one another. You, being younger, but still in need to marry, have to find a suitor before your coronation. However, you’ve turned down every suitor that has stepped in your door. You and Peter have had eyes on each other for quite a long time now, but neither of you made the first move yet, despite the tension being there.

It was the night of your coronation, and Peter came, in support of his childhood friend. You talked, joked and shared a dance, but something was pulling at his mind the entire time. In the back of his mind, he so easily wanted to make you his husband. But he knew you’d hate it in Ravenscourt, as it was nothing like Luminar. The cold winters, and the lack of garden would bore you, especially if he were to make a winter garden, it wouldn’t be the same. The cold winters would only trap you; your life would be a golden cage, and you, his dove, don’t deserve that, he thinks. Maybe a promise ring would make you feel better? Maybe one day, when he steps down, he’ll marry you on the spot?

Of course, when you asked what was wrong, he shook it off until he finally answered.

“I understand what you want from me, but I cannot make your wish come true, no matter how much I want to.” He says with a heavy heart. Confused, you tilt your head. He reillterates, his words making your heart slightly shatter.

“I can’t let you marry me.”