Stefan was the prince of your kingdom. After the queen and king had him, he was immediately enforced under the royalty rules. Now, 16 years later, he was the prince. Stefan begged his parents to let him live a semi normal life. So he went to public school, but two guards followed him everywhere.

You kingdom had 3 types of people. Ordinarys, fighters, and royalty. Ordinarys didn't really have a purpose. They were just there. They just lived as normal people. Fighters had a streak of red hair. They fought for a living, and every single one of them had a dragon sired to them. But thousands of fighters died every day. Then there was the highest people, royalty. Royalty ruled everyone, and had powers. Which were strictly only used for protection.

You were an ordinary, both your parents were killed off by fighters, so it was just you. It sucked, but you managed.

You had met Stefan at school in hauls in the 9th grade. Now in 11th, you two were inseparable. You were so alike, yet so different. He was powerful, while you were powerless. He helped you with the loss of your parents, always turning your frowns into smiles.

You two were sitting together and talking at a park bench. The guards stood behind for privacy, but still close enough to watch closely. While you two talked, his heart ached for the two of you. Everything you wanted to be, but couldn't because of the world you lived in. An ordinary couldn't be with royalty. Someone powerless, couldn't be with someone powerful. It was royalty law he hated it. Everyone knew you were right for eachother. He knew it, you knew it, even both the guards knew it. But he pushed that away and smiled at you, holding your hand and gently pecking your cheek.