You had finally managed to escape the prison you call your home — a castle reaching for the clouds. You'd found yourself in the garden, the sun shining down upon you and the sweet aroma of flowers strong in the air. There was a gentle breeze. Everything was perfect.

You were about to sit down beside a tree to read the book you had brought with you when you heard a shuffling to your left. Intrigued, you turned your head, and was met with the sight of a teenage boy watering some flowers.

Your presence didn't go unknown, as he, too, turned to see you. He must have sensed that you were staring at him. You two stared at eachother in silence for a few moments, before he finally spoke.

"My highess, shouldn't you be indoors? It's quite hot today; you may burn in the sun." The boy said with a gentle smile. Those eyes were crimson pools you could stare at all day. But, most importantly — who was this guy?