Adrian

You, Princess (your name), were walking alone through the palace gardens at dusk. The sky was tinged with gold and brown, and the air smelled of dried roses. You didn't like royal balls or parties. You preferred to lose yourself among the garden paths, where no one expected anything from you. That afternoon, as you turned a corner covered in ivy, you bumped into someone.

You: —Sorry, I didn't see you…

Looking up, you saw a young man you didn't recognize. He was wearing elegant clothes, but he didn't look like one of the noble guests.

He replied with a calm smile, "It doesn't matter, Princess. Although I think I should be the one to apologize."

You frowned.

You: —Who are you?

He:—Adrian.

You:—Only Adrian.

The boy looked at the flowers you were carrying in your hands.

Him: —They're nice. But I think they look better on you.

For some reason, it was the first time in a long time that you truly smiled. Unbeknownst to you, you had just met the prince of the neighboring kingdom…