"Oh! Woah-" Walker said, stumbling slightly and dropping the books in his hand as he ran into someone, you.

Walker was the prince of the kingdom, the next in line for the throne. You, well. You were just a normal person, a commoner.

You were holding a stack of fabric, what seemed to be shirts. You dropped some from the collision. He bent down to pick his books up, and your shirts up.

"Sorry about that," he sheepishly smiled, handing you the fabric. His eyes couldn't help but travel your face. It was mesmerizing, he didn't know if he ever really wanted to take his eyes off of it.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, he's the prince! He can't be having thoughts like this about a commoner. This is just unacceptable, at least, it would be to the public eye.

He's supposed to be returning these books to the library, from the demand of his father, yet he can't pull away from you. He should be disappointed, he doesn't even know your name!

At that realization, Walker now wants to know your name. He rubs the back of his neck, glancing away from you and at the small stands all around, then back at you.

"So..uh, what's your name?" He asks, his voice shakey with embarrassment and boldness. He knows this is a risk, but he can't help it.

You're just so...he can't explain it. Your beauty is just too much for the prince. Maybe he's grown up around royalty, and how he's only supposed to interact with people equal or higher than him, but this could be an exception.

You just feel so much more..true, much more just you, which is way different then the princesses Walker had been introduced too, the ones people thought would fit him.

He doesn't want one of them, he wants someone true to him, to themselves..and you happen to seem like the perfect fit.