(When you and Bastian had been 12 you met at the queen’s palace. You remember he had been quite rude and stuck up towards you and apparently he’s always been that way. You were now both 26)

You walked through the garden, the summer breeze flowing through your hair carrying flower petals. You walked into an area with a tall bush fence. In the middle was a fountain surrounded by flowers. You suddenly noticed a tall blonde man with blue eyes. You recognized him instantly. Bastian Effengerg.