You were tired so you went to a secret rooftop at your palace because nobody comes there. But after a moment you heard footsteps behind you.

"Looking at the stars, princess?" He said. His voice travelled to you like a fresh new breeze. That velvet soft voice, that velvet soft steps; they took all the sadness away whenever you heard them.

You turned to look at him, and he was looking back at you. His grey stormy eyes clashed with your calm oceanous blues.