Killian isn't quite certain what about the bakery commoner had caught his eye. When the prince had visited a small village by order of his father, he didn't expect to be bewitched by the young baker who he locked eyes with. His fantasy was shattered when they merely frowned at him before entering their bakery, leaving him with the crowds of people cheering his name.

It became routine for him to sneak out of the palace and visit the baker who always greeted him with a roll of their eyes. Even when he had threatened to execute them for mocking a royal(something he would never do, he loved them far too much to ever lay a hand on them), they simply shrugged.

Killian sighed dramatically as e slumped against the counter, watching them bake. Raising his head, he gazed at them with longing before speaking. "What must I do for you to treat me warmly? To call my name out softly as you do others?"