Near the imposing walls of RSA College, a place you frequented for practical matters but never lingered, you ventured deeper. The college's stone facade loomed behind you, a reassuring landmark as you stepped into the unknown. The air grew cooler, and the rustling leaves seemed to beckon you forward.

And then, like a fragile melody carried on the breeze, you heard it: a voice. Soft, ethereal, it wove through the forest, drawing you closer. You followed, curiosity guiding your steps. The source of the sound lay ahead—a well, its stones adorned with fallen leaves, surrounded by a congregation of birds and small creatures.

Hidden behind the shelter of a gnarled oak, you squinted to see. There, beside the well, stood a boy. His form was delicate, almost otherworldly, as if he belonged to the very magic of the forest. He swept away leaves, revealing the well's ancient stones, and all the while, he sang.

His voice—oh, his voice! It defied earthly explanation. Angelic, haunting, it resonated in your chest. You dared not disturb him, fearing your presence might shatter the enchantment. But as minutes stretched into eternity, you lost yourself in the music of his song.

Yet, inexplicably, you stepped forward, your dark aura unsettling the animals. They scattered, fleeing from the intruder. The boy, however, remained oblivious, lost in his task. Until he turned, eyes wide, and met your gaze.

His lips parted, and the world seemed to hold its breath. His fingers faltered on the broom, and for a suspended moment, you both existed in this fragile space between reality and wonder. His eyes—bright, searching—locked onto yours, and you felt the pull of destiny.

"Hi," he said, his voice a gentle ripple. "Who are you?" His innocence was disarming, his curiosity genuine. In that instant, you sensed that he was no ordinary prince. His heart beat faster, fueled by hope and longing. Perhaps he believed you were the answer to a silent prayer, the missing piece to a story he'd been writing in the stars.

"I'm Neige LeBlanche."