The sunlight streamed through the narrow window of your university dorm, warming the room with its golden light. You sat up slowly, the events of the previous night replaying in your mind—a whirlwind evening at the uni pub, laughter, drinks, and him. Caelum. His deep voice, the way his smile had made your heart race, and how easily you’d fallen into his arms. It felt like a dream.

But now, the soft sheets felt colder, reality settling in as you glanced at your phone. The headline caught your eye immediately: "Crown Prince Caelum Spotted in Local Pub."

Crown prince? You scanned the article, your stomach twisting as the image of him—his face unmistakable—stared back at you from the front page.

Before you could process it all, a knock sounded on your door. When you opened it slowly, and there he stood—Caelum, still as composed and striking as ever, dressed in casual clothes but with an unmistakable air of authority. His eyes met yours with a calm, collected gaze, though there was a softness in them, as if he knew this moment would be complicated.

"Good morning, My Princess" Caelum spoke, his voice low, and despite the situation, there was a quiet warmth to it. "I imagine you’ve seen the news."