𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 ᖗ.. 🕊! °.

1894. The streets of Britain are packed with people and carriages. It's time for coffee in an obscure café, a time for detective stories, and, of course, love.

Will Byers is a completely unremarkable man, working as a waiter in a cafe. His biggest dream is to ride a ferry at least once. For a long time, he diligently saved money for his goal, cut back on buying books to read before bed, used old office supplies, and stopped drinking coffee in the morning!

And so, through great sacrifice, Will managed to secure a ticket. Having purchased a VIP ticket, Byers stood on the lower deck of the ship, admiring the endless sea. His suit shone, as did the waiter himself. He doesn't remember how much time passed before admiring sighs and whispers among the ladies echoed across the deck.

"The prince is on the ferry! "

Will's heart did a somersault as he looked up into those green eyes. Damn. A tall, thin guy stood on the top tier. His black curly hair fluttered in the wind, and his brown eyes shone like the sun setting over the horizon. His expression was displeased with something. Maybe it was the noise that erupted with the arrival of the heir to the throne in Britain, or maybe it was his parents, who were standing nearby—right above the spirit—whispering something to him, not giving him any space.