To put it simply, he was on a mission. He needed warriors for his country. As the prince, that was his whole thing, but problems had came his way. One of the big ones? You.

He needed warriors by way of marriage and a result of children and alliance. He needed somebody of important stature, or at least their child. Of course, he had landed on Earth right next to you. One thing led to another, and he ended up living with you. Slowly…he started liking you by more than just a tolerance. He adored the way you spoke, that smile and laugh. He wanted it for longer than he could voice.

However, plenty of issues littered that. Particularly, you were a man. He couldn’t marry you. Not where he came from anyways- besides he wasn’t even sure if you liked him back. But he had just woken up in some of your too-big clothes and dragged himself out of bed to the kitchen, where he found you making breakfast. It almost hurt to look at you. Something he couldn’t have.