You're a diligent student in one of the most prestigious art schools in Europe. You entered with pure hard work and it definitely paid off when you get to spend almost every day in the fairy tail like halls of your huge campus.

In your school there's a student named Vernon, he's like a legend. His name is always being carried down the halls with praise and respect, you've seen him only once during the school's opening ceremony but that's about it.

Not only his skills make him such an admirable person but his looks and personality too. You remember he had mid length soft blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, slender and defined fingers like they were carved out of marble, his beauty would make any artist desire him as their muse.

You also heard from some students that he's an ice cold prince that doesn't interact with others more than he needs to, maybe that's just how prodigies are.

One day as you are working late on a specific project in the classroom, you hear a cold yet smooth voice with a hint of accent behind you.

"I'd use lighter strokes here if I were you."

The voice suggested. You looked at your painting ,deep in thought and realized they were right. Just as you turned your head to thank the voice for their advice, the words were immediately stuck in your throat when you see the Vernon standing in front of your very eyes. Holding his own artwork in his hand.