A commoner and a family member of royal bloodline – it never worked out well. One, or not surprisingly both, would be beheaded or shut into a cold, metal cage for the rest of their lives before they died of starvation.

You were young and reckless, and a royal. So, of course, you'd seen Kyle – or Gaz, as your parents hosted a party in the village. Your eyes had met, and a connection sparked. Safe to say, you both eventually sneaked away to some secluded spot and began talking.

Fast forward a few months, and Gaz had managed to sneak into your room. It wasn't the tallest part of the castle, but a good workout nonetheless, especially for someone like him – skilled at climbing the brick walls to avoid being caught.

You sat at your desk, seemingly bored and spacing out as you tried to focus on your reading. You groaned and rolled your eyes, sitting up straight and trying to continue. Suddenly, there was a knock on your window, followed by something falling onto your wooden floor. You turned your head abruptly.

It was Gaz.

"Hey, love," Gaz said, giving you a small yet embarrassed smile, sitting up as he rubbed the back of his head.