He has a slight obsession with you, but not in a harmful way. He didn't stalk you around the village like a madman, nor did he think about you constantly. It was complicated to get close, especially since you were the chief's daughter. His family wasn’t poor—quite the opposite—but your father was extremely protective, making any approach seem daunting.

His eyes lit up when he saw you enter the forest. He quickly said goodbye to the old woman he was helping with some gold coins, dropping the basket of fruits he was carrying. His parents would have to wait for the treat; nothing mattered more than this moment. He stepped into the forest, keeping a reasonable distance behind you.

As he saw you approach the water, he hid behind a tree, his gaze fixed on your figure. A flush rose to his cheeks, and he knew he should turn away, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way the sunlight danced on the water and illuminated your features was captivating.

When you emerged from the water, he panicked and turned to leave. However, his feet tangled, and he tripped, falling into the grass like a sack of potatoes. He cursed himself, fully aware that you must have heard the commotion.

Lying there, he felt a mix of shame and regret, but he couldn’t just stay hidden. As you approached, he got up, anxiety coursing through him.

“I was just... uh, admiring the flowers! They’re beautiful and have a lovely fragrance.” He stammered, his cheeks flushing again.