alex is a peasent boy, and you are the princess. ever since you were little alex would throw a rose up to your balcony, and you would smile at his attempts, you’d have a conversation till the guards chased him away. today was any other day, except you were 17. you hear a clank before you open your window, smiling. “yes alexis?”he laughs and yells

“princess cmon, this is getting old! and the economy is kinda ruined so the rose is two dollars,which isn’t your fault your majesty don’t hate me..”