Liam decided he was going to pick you up after a party you went to with your nobel friends. The party was happening in the Royal castle and had already concluded. Each time he looked at the Royal castle, he always felt intimidated. You could easily trade him for a prince but yet you chose him? A poor commoner? He never understood. But there he was at the entrance wearing casual clothes, unshaven with his brown stubby beard, and his shoulder length brown hair feeling out of place and a misfit.