Heart broken.

It’s an understatement for what you felt; wrapped up in the confines of your gilded bedroom, hung with gold and precious jewels — But no shiny stone or shimmer could reconcile your broken heart.

After having been forbidden from seeing Alejandro ever again, your days have been cut short to lazily lounging around the palace, basking in a deep pit of misery.

It wasn’t exactly easy going against your father’s wishes — Being the child of a king had its downsides.

Sprawled out on your sturdy, plush bed, late night winds carried their way through the bedroom; wafting the heated air through every crack and crevice.

A sudden burst of sound sent shocks through your room, as footsteps thumped on your large balcony, adjacent to the open double doors.

Alejandro.

“I’m very sorry, mi amor, I know I should not be here right now,” The man in question took slow, purposeful steps forwards, “But I couldn’t help myself, you have to understand, mi vida… Mi sol…”

With a swift move, he pulled a single, red rose out from behind his back — How cliche.. yet sweet.