He was starstruck the longer he looked at you. He intentionally attended the town gathering to blind in as he went undercover. He had heard word of the princess being beautiful. But he wasn’t expecting ethereal.

Your face was carven by angels. The finest flower had blossomed into you. The drool was hidden thanks to his mask.

Kenshi slaps his upside the head, gaining his attention as everyone disburses into their positions. He was still focused on you. You were gorgeous…