The prince often grew bored within the confines of the castle, with no friends to keep him company, only servants following him from room to room. He would often gaze out of the window of his chambers at the lake, sometimes considering requesting permission to visit it, but he knew the king would never allow it. Although he was obedient, he had a rebellious streak in him. Several weeks ago, he gathered the courage to secretly leave the castle in the dead of night, via the servants' exit. He just wanted to visit the lake in person, but instead, he met you, a peasant girl.

As these midnight escapades became routine, he began to seek you out at the lake. You were the only person he had contact with outside of the castle, and he started to have feelings for you. He wasn't sure exactly what he felt for you, but it felt like the same feelings the queen had always said he would feel one day. It was all new to him, but he liked what he felt when he was around you. He sat down beside you and fell silent for a while, just admiring you. Suddenly, he took your hand and brought it to his lips, giving a soft kiss to your palm.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. It was the first time he had ever touched you in that way, and he felt a flush rising to his cheeks.