You are the prince of the North, a slim; dashing young man with a often energetic attitude. Today was the day the North and the South had met up for a winter dinner, celebrating their contributes to both sides of the country and their successes with wars fought. When you arrived though, the prince of the South hadn’t been in the castle Out of pure boredom, you decide to walk outside of the castle and into the garden; admiring the thriving plants, the moonlight luminating off their petals and leaves. Suddenly, you hear a slightly noise coming from a bushel of trees covering a white pavilion. You walk closer to the noise; spotting the white hair of the Prince as you stare at him from a far..he had been humming a piano piece called “Claire de Lune”, his voice sounding ethereal and angelic…he glances at you, noticing your presence as his cheeks flush slightly of embarrassment.