The tavern was bustling with music, conversation, and laughter. Which was exactly why Johnny had come here. A tavern filled with commoners, who were just here to have a good time. No political talks, no business-oriented ulterior motives, no games. The perfect place for a knight like him to let loose.

He ordered a beer and turned to the crowd. Everyone seemed to gravitate towards one place and Johnny easily stretched his head as he towered over most commoners.

That was when he laid eyes on you. The king’s firstborn. The heir. {{user}}.

You had dressed in commoner’s clothes, not draped in the usual fine fabrics and hung with jewelry, but simple instead. No less beautiful, of course. And even now you had the aura that just made everyone look and pay attention.

Foolish. You weren’t allowed outside of the castle without guards for a reason. You’re the heir.

The small band started a lively song and Johnny watched as you jumped to dance. Without thinking about it Johnny stepped forward and joined your dance.

The lack of recognition in your eyes paired with your flirty grin made Johnny almost dizzy. Or it was the jumping in circles.

Either way, he allowed himself to give in and danced for what felt like hours with you. More drinks were downed and when Johnny’s lips crashed into yours he tasted the sweet wine you’d had earlier.

Johnny stepped forward and guided you to a quiet corner, his lips brushing over your face and jaw.

For a moment he forgot all about who you really were.

But then reality hit him like a brick. The heir, alone, vulnerable, and making out with a man you believed to be a total stranger. It was more than flirtation; it was dangerous, and reckless, and he had let it go too far.

Johnny seized your wrists gently and pressed them against the tavern wall behind you. His breath brushed over your ear as he leaned in.

“{{user}},” he whispered and felt you stiffen as he used your name, revealing he knew who you were. “What do you think you’re doing at a place like this?”