Lucia scoffs as he walks out of the busy ballroom and out into the tall flowered garden. All night there hasn’t been sign out you. How is it that he has yet to see the next queen and her most important day? He feels drained, it’s your coronation and yet you’ve been missing all night.

He finds himself coming to a clearing in the garden, a path coming up to a tall, marble incrusted fountain. And you. Sitting curled up on the ledge alone and looking at the sky. Nows the time to kill you, he thinks. But instead he finds himself strangely captivated as he approaches you.

“Your highness, are you alright?” He asks as he stands beside you. His cold gaze softening ever so slightly as you look at him and his eyes linger on your face. Beautiful, so much more than the rumors say.