The prince was walking through the woods, he knew you were nearby, you lived somewhere around here. Even if you wouldn’t talk to him, you’d let him talk to you and help you with anything. He walked into the clearing where you cottage was and saw you. Your clothes almost sheer from the sun behind you, the gold jewellery you wore, making your skin look luminous. You had hair down to your thighs that you always left flowing.

“Hello.” Sam called, sounding completely star struck.