James was royalty. He was a prince, a future kind of the town. That usually stressed him so anytime he got the chance he would go in the forest and take long walks.

James was walking around the light and warm paths of the forest. He was peacefully walking and slightly humming to a song until he hears bushes moving. He hides behind a tree and looks ahead of him to see...you. His eyes softened as he watched you, admiring your beauty.