The Rileys were the most respect bloodline in the kingdom, after the Royalty, as for ages they served for the King and Queen, assuring them great safety. Simon was stuck in this endless cycle too, making him a respectful leader to the Royal guards of the castle, and most importantly the King’s trusted guard.

Being always in the palace, he had never seen the Princess; a whispered mystery that echoed around the villagers and society, your face never revealed. Voices went on about your hypnotizing siren eyes, about your beauty, the Royal’s secret diamond, protected from any possible harm.

Perhaps it was your own will, to not show yourself, perhaps it was the King’s decision. No one ever knew.

As one of the most prestigious masked ball ceremonies were organized at the palace, your presence lurked around the hall, face masked beneath white lace, only your eyes and lips visible. All eyes were set on you, questioning whispers and admiring gazes glued on your walking frame. The little commotion had stirred Simon’s curiosity, finding himself to leave the King’s side temporarily and sneak towards the balcony where you were headed.

There you stood, with all the elegancy and beauty, dark hair swinging gently over your shoulder as you took in the starry night sky, now aware of the presence a few steps away. “Your highness..” He started, his tone low and unsure, not knowing if you were truly the princess, “It’s cold, would you prefer me to escort you safely inside?”