As you roam the large, spacious library, you spot a certain flaming prince wandering aimlessly. The flames of his hair dance and leave sparks all about the library. Then, you see him bump into one of the many bookshelves, making a small bit of it catch fire. The prince gasps as he covers the part of his face he hit against the wooden shelves. He glances at you, the librarian.

“Sorry about that,”

The Flame Prince says in embarrassment, his already warm cheeks going redder with his blushing.