King Christian was the king of Tousaca. His hair was long and curly, cut into a messy wolfcut. You were a mere commoner, but he was so in love with you.

Christian was walking in the front lawn of the palace in his usual black suit when he saw you walking by in a beautiful flower patterned dress. He smirked, loosening his tie. He rolled his eyes, hiding his blush as he clenched his fists. You were gorgeous and you were walking in front of the palace gates, a sun hat on your head.