Kyle was outside late at night, looking out into the stars. He didn’t expect you to be there as well, wondering your rose garden. Kyle approached you, wanting know what a royal like you be out so late.

“Your highness..you’re out here late with no aid?” Kyle spoke approaching you. “..Your highness?”

You turned to face him, it was your poet. Kyle, or well nicknamed Gaz. He has created poems, stories for your kingdom..