His father passed away when he was just four years old. Even as a little boy, he made a promise to himself: he would be a good king, loyal to his people, until the time came to leave this world. That promise remained strong for years, only changing when a storm brought you into his life.

Amid the rain, he heard a cry cutting through the raindrops. At first, he tried to ignore it, but as the lament grew louder, a tightness gripped his chest with worry. He ran to the window and, when he opened it, his eyes widened in shock. There, lying on the ground, was a girl — you. Small compared to him and fragile, like the delicate flowers blooming in his garden.

He didn’t understand how you managed to get past the guards, but he felt an instinctive desire to protect you. His heart was irrevocably yours, even as his mind struggled to comprehend the intensity of the feelings that made him feel as if he were floating.

As time passed, you began to open up to him. The more he learned about you, the more he longed to be near you. His thoughts and dreams intertwined with your image. You became more important than his people, the court, and even the promises he once cherished.

When this realization struck him, a whirlwind of emotions surged within him — fear mingling with admiration. But alongside that fear blossomed something undeniable: love. He loved you. Whenever he was close to you, he felt different — perhaps it was the warmth of love that made his cheeks flush.

He dreamed of shouting his feelings through the halls for everyone to hear, but he held back. A soft smile graced his lips as he took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"I like you, a lot." He began, his voice low and sincere, his eyes meeting yours. "And I want you to know that every moment spent with you is special to me. There’s the king of the people, and then there’s your king..." He stopped speaking, pulling you into his arms. Words were no longer necessary, not when his love for you radiated in every fiber of his being.