You stood by the window of your tall tower, brushing your long golden hair as the sunlight spilled in. You’d spent years dreaming of the world beyond the walls, painting every corner of your home with the colors of your imagination. Then, out of nowhere, a loud thud startled you — and there he was, a boy with tousled brown hair and a grin that looked far too confident for someone who’d just climbed into a stranger’s tower. “Name’s Pablo,” he said, brushing the dust from his shirt. “And you, princess, just might’ve saved me from the guards.”

You held a frying pan high “how did you find me! And what do you want?!” he stared at you, smouldering “woah blondie, I was just running from this crazy guard horse and came across this huge tower, I don’t want anything from you!”