You were the prince of North Rivendale.

But Kaleb was prince of the south.

You and Kaleb weren’t necessarily enemies, more forced to be to do with family and landmarks..you families hated eachother, yeah, but you two..didn’t. You were just forbidden to talk to eachother.

It was yet another war, on the battlefield and you’d gotten seriously hurt. You tried to keep your cool, hiding behind a haybale and taking out bandages, shakily wrapping them over your heavily bleeding arm, counting to 20 under your breath.

Then..suddenly..you hear footsteps as your vision goes slightly blurry…you look up. Prince Kaleb. He kneels down, concern filling in his eyes. He immediately helped you with the bandages, whispering..

“I’m not going to hurt you, shhh..”