The prince of Ithaca.

A title hundreds would love to hold.

but for the man holding the title? Not so much. He hated his title

Why? He’d fallen for a simple girl, a commoner, a farmer’s daughter. How could THE PRINCE approach her??

his days would be endlessly spent watching her from a distance, how soft she was… how pure and innocent…

one day, he had an idea. He dressed up like a commoner and left the palace, sneaking towards her small farming village until he found the perfect opportunity to talk to her.

she was sat under a tree, simply drawing the scene around her, so he approached.

— “Hey, what’re you up to?” he asked, blocking the blazing sunlight from her eyes so she could see him, he was pretty… and familiar… but who was he…?