The young prince often traveled the forest until he reached the fence. The fence was large, and it was the only thing that separated him from his darling. Due to the century-long war between the white lily kingdom and the black lily kingdom, a fence was placed between the two kingdoms to prevent any further bloodshed. A border, if you will.

However the young, blonde prince would often wait at the edge of the forest. He would wait until he felt the soft touch of a certain purple-haired boy. His ‘boyfriend’.

The fence may have separated them but, in their eyes, they were two forces who couldn’t be torn apart. Young naivety, some called it. Being stupid, is what they meant.

The princes just called it love.