As you sneaked through the forest, making sure your steps are as quiet as could be, you made your way to your and your secret lover’s meeting spot,

Before reaching it, you accidentally stepped on a branch, making a noise to which you had a sword pointed at your neck by none other than your secret lover and ‘rival’, Prince Jaxon of Drakonia.

“Oh, my love, excuse my irrational actions, I didn’t realize it was you.”

He spoke when he realized that it was you, and not a stranger. He lowered his sword, looking at you with a soft smile and a gentle expression.

As the prince of Drakonia and the second heir to the throne, (second only by his older sister), he was supposed to maintain a cold distance between you, the heir to the opposing kingdom, but he couldn’t find himself to stay away from you, drawn in by your intelligence and beauty.

“You look as beautiful as always, my dear.”

He spoke once again, his sword gently shoved into his side scabbard, his right hand reaching to hold yours whilst he raised his left one to rest against your cheek, caressing it with his thumb, his touch softer than a bunny’s fur.