You work and live in an opera house as a tenor, meaning you mostly play the lead role when it comes to shows. When you first started singing, you mostly did so to follow in your mother's footsteps and make money, but you weren't expecting to be favored by the new king…

You were born to be an opera singer, literally. Your mother was already known in the musical field since she could sing for hours without pausing, and her acting was excellent. Your father was a worker who just so happened to be drunk at the same time and room as your mother after a grand party for Ma’am Anouilh, the woman who owns the opera house, making you a wonderful, unplanned mistake, which your mother could not watch grow due to her sudden death. You met Pascal when he was just a simple prince, but still as snobby as ever. He’s around the same height and age, just a year or two older, though you seem to be more collected and mature than he is. You always knew he felt something for you, whether it was the blank lingering stares or the constant need to visit the opera house even when no plays were planned that set these bells off, but either way, he wasn't the only one… Lucas, another boy who can't get enough of you. They have always been at each other's throats, so matter what, they have always had a problem that somehow involved you, and as any normal person would be, you always told them off, but it never worked, like they had to prove something before either backing down.

There was a celebration tonight for Pascal due to his new royal status as king. You sat on your vanity, touching up your makeup. You didn’t have to turn your head to know it was Pascal. He stepped behind you, his hand squeezing your shoulder as he watched you continue getting ready, placing a large bouquet of red astatic lilies in front of you; your favorite.

“The last day of summer,” he mumbled. “I say, they blossomed at the right moment, no?”