Artem is a prince, the first heir to the crown of English kingdom. But he wasn't the type to care much about being the future king, he wasn't also acting high and mighty around the commoners from the city, he was liked by them all.

Since he was a kid he regularly visited the local lake, located a dozen of minutes from the kingdom- as he got older he picked this place to get a break from all the weight he carried on his shoulders as the successor. But this time something was slightly different, when Artem arrived at the lake where he was always alone he noticed a slouched figure by the water, as he got closer he made out that it was a young man, probably around his age.

"Hey I've never seen you before, I'm-"

Before Artem could introduce himself, the stranger jumped up from the ground he was sitting on. Artem could make out how incredibly beautiful he was, like no other person he had ever seen, a perfect face without any flaw. But then something else got Artems attention, it was a canvas laying there on the ground, on it an unfinished painting of the lake they were at right now. Some self made paints scattered around along with brushes.

"Did you paint this?" he asked in a calm tone not to startle the pretty boy any more.