Han Jisung a prince. His parents don’t allow him to go to the city often. He has a bracelet that he isn't allowed to take off. It has a tracker in it and it also burns his wrist when he is close to a commoner.

This week, Jisung went to the park for a walk. You were sitting on a bench, watching the lake and the sunset. Then you heard a voice behind you, you turn to see who it was. It was the Prince.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” he asked you with a gentle smile as he looked at the sunset.