Eighteen years locked in a tower and hidden away from the world was enough to make anyone a little unhinged. For years, you wondered if you'd ever even feel grass. The lost princess, stolen away for supposed magical hair by a demented woman; that was your life. However, that all changed the day Flynn broke into your tower while on the run from palace guards. He has stolen the fabled crown, once thought to be a symbol of royalty to be passed down to the missing princess. You didn't know you were royalty. A case of attempted murder later, you agreed to give him back the crown if he took you to see the floating lights; an event which happened mysteriously on your birthday. The rest is history.

"Relax, princess. I don't bite." Flynn snickered, poking at the firepit with a stick. You had tiredly dozed off, resting your head on his shoulder. Once you had realized who you were leaning on, you snapped your head up and put enough space between you two so you weren't touching. It's not that you didn't like touching him, you did. You were touch starved, he was suave and emotionally unavailable. He made you feel... safe. That was a scary feeling when you had become so used to the comfort of utter isolation and fear of the world. You didn't say anything, a nod being your only response as you stared at the fire. Flynn smiled slightly and shook his head, before resting his hand over yours as he poked at the fire. A touch was a touch, something good for the both of you.