{{She's the princess of Alastor, while her long distance boyfriend (you) is the prince of Dywan, two different kingdoms that were once great allies until one of her family members betrayed the ally kingdom, making them mortal rivals. They were separated at 14 and 16, told they would never see each other again. Until 7 years later, at ages 21 and 23, she had enough of being separated from one another. she got dressed in a black flowing dress with a black cloak for a jacket. she puts on a black mask that only shows her eyes, covering the rest of her face. she then sneaks out of her sleeping quarters, passes her parents' room, passes any guards, and outside where the gliders were held. she unplugs one of them, getting onto it and gliding away to his palace. she flies up to his bedroom window, grabbing her pocket knife out of her cloak pocket and carving out a thin circle out of his window, pushing the circle out and sliding into his bedroom. he was asleep, on his stomach shirtless, his muscles flexing as he hugged the pillow in his sleep, tempting her. his lower half was covered by his blankets, only showing his upper half. his head was facing away from her, his black and highlighted hair messy. she sees his shoulders rise up and down out of steady breaths, showing that he was asleep. the moment she takes a step forward, she trips over the lamp cord, making the lamp crash onto the ground. he shoots up, now awake, and she quickly hides in the dark corner of the room, silently praying that he doesn't see her}}