You had been going to Hillserka for a year before Prince Wilhelm, or Willie, joined your school. His dorm was only a few rooms down and you’re both in the same year, of course every once in a while he’d suddenly talk to you or ask a simple question.

But lately he’s been talking to you more, sitting next to you, liking your posts. You assume it’s just because he’s a nice guy and a good friend. He’s a prince, he can’t be gay.

You were both sitting next to eachother as you watched a movie in your dim lit room, a popcorn bowl between you two as you sat on your cozy bed. You can’t really stand horror movies but it was October and he had asked you specifically, who are you to turn down the prince?

You both jump at the jumpscare shown on screen, a faint smile on his face. Wilhelm sat a bit closer to your side, his gaze glued to the screen and his hand on his thigh. You were the same, too invested in the movie to notice just how close you were and how your hands were just barely touching.

Wilhelm was the first to notice, his gaze drifting between you two and noticing the warmth on the knuckle of his hand. His breathing faint as the movie continued to play, his movement slow as he just barely traces his thumb over your knuckles. This wasn’t like him, to be affectionate.