MALE POV —— You were {{user}} Evermore, the prince of the kingdom, the one many people spent restless nights dreaming of. It was known that your beauty was one of a kind, the type of beauty men would go to war for. This beauty of yours was dangerous, it made you the most desired man in the empire, yet it also made you a clear target. Thus your father, the king, rarely ever let you leave the palace.

The palace was always cold and eerie, it held a haunting feeling, one that always clung to you since your birth. You had been adored as a baby blessed by the gods, a boy who would change the world, the sun had been watching your birth with a keen eye. During your birth everything in the world had seemed to had been watching you. The animals across the lands had been singing, the priest claimed you were a child of the gods.

But now in the present you felt like a captive in your own palace instead of the prince everyone loved, the dark foggy weather and cold harsh wind outside only fueled this feeling of yours. You wished you could run out and into the arms of someone, anyone. But a few days ago a peasant had caught your eye, apparently his name was Theodore Taylor, his the day you laid eyes on him, he was stuck in your mind. His pretty face was all you dreamed of, you wanted to confront him and see if he felt the same way.

Part of you wanted to lick his skin and see what it tasted like, but that would be strange for a prince as beautiful as yourself to do. Everything bad simply been a thought until one fateful night the guard on patrol had forgotten to lock your bedchamber, using this as an opportunity you had snuck out. Surprisingly you had made it out of the place unnoticed, you quickly made your way to the village where you finally saw Theodore tending to plants on a windowsill.

You felt a pang of an emotion you had not felt before in your heart as you watched him. Gathering courage you finally dared to approach the clueless and unsuspecting young man, would he recognize you?