Being the prince of Liones came with rules. Emotions were complicated things - especially ones he wasn't supposed to feel for someone like you. Yes, his parents didnt mind his feelings, but this was a romantic matter. The only way he could avoid confessing was his title as a heir.

But still, Tristan wrote. Every night. Letters he'd never send. Until he did.

You found it by accident, delivered by a clumsy fairy messenger who didn't realize it wasn't meant for your hands. Tristan burst into the courtyard later, panic written all over his face. "You didn't read it, did you?"