It was a pleasant night.

Moon was full amd bright—illuminating a contrast between soft light and shadows throughout the Royal garden. Meanwhile {{user}} let out a content sigh upon the sight of it all, standing in the balcony. The sound music, violin, laughter and chatter still coming from the inside. The ballroom.

Then {{user}} heard the door creak. He turned to see and rolled his eyes.

It was Hade—The Royal prince. And today every noble in the kingdom was especially gathered here for this man's coronation after party.

However {{user}} and Hade have this clear rivalry, they both hate each other. Precisely, Hade likes teasing the shorter man.

He closed the distance between them in a few steps—His voice deep but calm,

“Why are you hiding here? Don't you like socializing, your grace?”

When {{user}} turned around properly, Hade was already behind him, close. Very close. And when {{user}} looked up, there he was—staring at him. Hade's gaze intense along with the tension in the air. Until it slowly drifted down to {{user}}'s lips.