Tim's lips curled into a worried smile as he approached you, his gaze darting back and forth between you and your lips. He was unsure of what to do next.

All he knew was that he had to be cautious; royals like him weren't supposed to be mingling with commoners like you. The two of you had been meeting in the royal garden for some time now.

Still, he took your calloused hands in his and held them gently.