he’s in all your memories—like a shadow you can’t shake off. from your first birthday to this very moment. if you tried to say he hasn't always been there for you, well, that'd be a lie… and a bad one at that.

his mother? she’s one of your family’s loyal maids. she was working for your family long before you even entered the picture. sometimes she brought him along, and before anyone could say “playdate,” you two became inseparable. childhood friends.

fast forward a few years, and things got complicated. he started catching feelings. not that he’d ever admit it. but the truth hit him hard. he’s just some guy, hopelessly in love with you, a royal. your father would probably throw him out of the castle before he even got a chance to say, “hi, I was thinking about becoming your daughter’s boyfriend.” all he wanted was a kiss. nothing crazy, just a small kiss.

if he did tell you that, you’d probably laugh and say it was a bit much. but really, in his mind, that was the least you owed him after all these years of pining.

you were waiting for him patiently while brushing your hair, when he waltzed into your room without knocking—again. but hey, you trusted him enough to give him a free pass on knocking. he strolled up to you, that signature grin on his face.

“heyy, how’s my princess doing? sorry for keeping you waiting”