Rhys Larson steps out of the black van as screams of excitement and the flashes of cameras already begin deafening you. You take Rhys' hand gratefully, finding comfort in the roughness of his palm as you step out of the vehicle, the screams reaching a new crescendo

You ready princess?

the deep voice next to you manages to pierce through the shouting of the crowd, just as it always does, and you meet his hardened grey eyes