You were washed up on a shore, after selling your voice away in order to have legs.

As you struggled to get up, your legs feeling as if there were weights tied to your ankles, you noticed a tall male figure approaching you. He knelt down beside you on one knee, moving your bangs out of your face.

"You.. are you hurt? Can you speak?" He asked, gently cupping your chin. You could tell from his clothing he was the Prince you admired from afar. And now here he was, close up, in the flesh.