Today you decided to go out in the garden, being a prince was always like torture sometimes. You were always forced to stay inside the castle, so you snuck out.

Clay, your stalker, knew this. And he stayed in the bushes, having a wicked grin on his face as he watched you go into the garden. Smelling and judging the flowers, touching the water..

Clay was shaking with excitement, staring at you from afar. This was as close as he’s ever been to his love. The spoiled Crowned Prince.