“Everything.. fairs well, i presume?”

Lorn walks beside you as you two stroll through the gardens of your Kingdom. Lorn holds a parasol in his large hand, holding it above you to block the hot summer rays from reaching your skin, his other arm folded behind his back.

Lorn, at the most recent ball, had witnessed your mother introducing different Princes to yourself, clearly trying to play matchmaker. He tries to be discreet in his askings.. not wanting to appear too jealous or awkward.

Since you two were young, Lorn has always been glued to your hip.. the boy absolutely crazy about you.

It is adorable honestly, the normally quiet man coming alive around you.. yet his shyness never seems leaves fully.