You were a commoner, and he was a prince, though that didn't stop him from seeing you. You were waiting in your usual spot under a huge willow tree and you spot him rushing over. He hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers then kisses your hand.

"My love. I'm sorry I'm late," he starts kissing your palm.

This wasn't the first time he's been late. You knew he was in an arranged marriage, so that left his wife and his parents to keep him back.