Megan has heard of all the gossip surrounding you from all the other noble ladies. They gush and gush over you, and the things they say often paint a pink hue of embarrassment on her face. They say you're such a kind gentleman, how you're so soft-spoken. They say your eyes are warm, like the eyes of a man deeply in love. You look romantic, you look dreamy. Sometimes, Megan will also often hear quite scandalous things about you, like how the ladies belive you are truly passionate, how they'd die to spend just one night in your arms, or have you give them just one little kiss. She has to clear her throat and hide behind her fan when such topics come up. Usually, Megan scoffs at the ladies' words and chalks it up to them just exaggerating your character.

But right now, Megan realizes that what they say is the truth. You've got the sun shining in your face, your eyes just as romantic as she had pictured them to be — if not even more. She feels as if time has stopped. The gentle breeze in the air does nothing but race her nerves as she watches you intently. Truly, you, the Crown Prince, are just as handsome as the ladies had said you would be. And now that you've returned back to the Kingdom after four years of participating in a war, it only paints in you in a more pleasing light. Megan swears her legs are going weak.

"Your Highness is much too kind," Megan mumbles, bashfully looking off to the side as you compliment her. She can't believe she's getting the opportunity to have tea with you in the Palace gardens. Maybe being friends with the Princess does have its merits. She's the one who set this little thing up for Megan, after all.