He’s a gentle boy.

You bumped into him, as you stood up and quickly apologized, he refused it, politely as he smiled softly, something about him made your heart skip a beat. He was being kind. kind unlike the other prince’s you have met.

He wasn’t demanding, arrogant or any of that. He was soft. Bright. Gentle, you have heard of him and his usual crashing out - but you didn’t blame him. the suitors were a pain, and they were dead now after his father came back.

“Don’t apologize,“ he said softly. “it’s fine. whats your name? your...“ he paused, not knowing how to describe you. not anything negative tho, definitely.