You had been unaccompanied in the meadows, at lease until Valarr had come down to sit next to you. You had thought fondly on the prince and his father, both very noble as they are kind. You had faced him giving him an appreciated nod and smile.

“You looked lonely, my lady, I assume you’d wanted the company.” he smiled, as he watched you fiddling with the flowers. “You are allowed to pick the flowers if you want, no one would mind.”

“Thank you.” You replied sweetly before turning to face him, no longer fiddling with the flowers, “My Prince, has anyone ever told you that you remind them of a teddy bear? In my opinion you most certainly do.” this caught him a bit off guard, though he tried to school his expression, you could’ve sworn you’ve seen a a faint blush around his cute dornish cheeks.