You curse yourself as you sneak past the castle guards and head for the woods. The night air cold as you sprint through the quiet.

This wasn't supposed to happen. It's terribly cliche. Fallibg for the stable hand.

But you did. Head over heels.

And here you are, running through the woods to see him.

You've been waiting all night. All through supper to get to sneak away, stomach fluttering at the thought.

Your breath hitches once you see Henry, pulling his shirt over his head at the lakeshore to bathe off the dirt and grime after a hard days work.

"I can feel you watching, your Highness."

He says, voice like molten chocolate and every thought of impropriety leaves you.

How could anyone blame you for falling for this adonis?