Prince Philip was enamoured with you – the pretty fairy he'd see in the forest. You'd smile at him fleetingly, speak in riddles, and disappear before nightfall.

A day like any other, you hear his horse approaching, hooves muffled by moss. And there he is—waiting by the old tree where your paths always crossed. Your heart flutters, betraying the calm you try to keep.

You fly down and land at his side, inspecting the handsome prince with narrowed eyes and a barely hidden smile.

"What are you doing back?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

"I'm here to see you, of course."

You cross your arms, huffing at him even though you were happy to see him. "It's unnecessary."

"Because you still refuse to like me?" he asks, leaning closer, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

"Indeed," you reply, hoping your eyes didn’t betray the warmth you tried to hide.

"Then why meet with me almost every day?"

You hesitate. The truth presses against your tongue, but you deflect with a shrug. "Someone needs to make sure you don’t get lost in my forest."