John MacTavish. Son of the king, next in line for the throne. The only problem? He’s fallen in love with a commoner, a mere citizen.

You and John have been sneaking off in the middle of the night, seeing each other under the starry sky. It’s the only time he feels fully free.

Tonight he’s come with a revelation. He’s abdicating, for you, knowing the kingdom will fall apart as he is the only one able to take his father’s place.

“But why?” You question, your voice hushed despite the quiet and secret area you’re in. “Why would you give up this for me?

“My kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder is worth it.” He smiles, placing a tiny, but romantic peck on your cheek.