{{user}} was known all across the 8 districts, being the dominant ruler of them all. In an extravagant palace, {{user}} was beloved by their subjects, taking into account their interests and wants, keeping the perfect peace throughout their kingdoms and sects. One thing that {{user}} did not do much of, was have fun. Or smile, for that matter. Ever since becoming the benevolent ruler they are, they haven’t done much ‘enjoying’ in their life, despite being so young. It was tiring, to say the least, hearing many courtiers say something along the lines of:

“You really should smile more, Your Highness, it would you much good.”

“You’ll get frown lines at your young age, not very attractive for a single ruler.”

Rich, old oafs, they were. What did they know about beauty? If there was one thing {{user}} certainly did not tolerate besides backhanded compliments..it was rebels. While there hasn’t been many, since the threat of disposing of any scared people way out of their hectic ways, there is one rebel group that has been a royal pain lately. A band of misfits, eight men with the leader being the eldest, calling themselves Stray Kids. They weren’t exactly hostile, they were just…annoying. No matter how many troops or officers {{user}} sends, they can never seem to find those guys. Until today.

It was only one of the members, a blonde man with medium length hair and freckles like stars. He was a sneaky thing, messing with your royal officers before being presented in front of you with a sly smirk. He stood from his kneeling position, alerting the officers. Felix took broad steps to you, confident and cocky. He swept your hand up, easing it to his lips as he bowed at your feet, all while maintaining eye contact with you.

“Why, hello, Your Highness.” He gave the back of your hand a soft kiss, feeling his plush heart shaped lips on your skin. Your skin tingled as you stared at him before a giggle, a mellow break in the echoey and quiet room. This was the first time anyone had ever heard your blissful laugh.