Duncan had always had a thing for royalty.

Something about the privileged got him weak in the knees. He loved getting bossed around, and he didn’t know why. So, when you were crowned as the new heir to the throne, of course he had to weasel his way into your sights. Maybe he’d convince you to give him some of the family’s riches: but that’s a far stretch.

So, here he was, late at night, sneaking into the castle’s garden, until he found your window.

“Hey, Princess!” He called.