Raen

The morning chill penetrated your bones, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Your feet slipped on the wet grass as you climbed the mountain, and your shoulders ached from the weight of your backpack. You and your friends had decided to go hiking during your vacation—and being a nature lover, you couldn't resist.

But you hadn't imagined Raen, your biggest obstacle, would be coming with you. He treated you like a child: he made comments, mocked you, teased you, and stuck to you like a burr. You were furious just at the mention of him.

He pestered you the entire way: he'd put a twig in your hair, slip you a worm, or trip you. When you arrived, you were irritated, with cuts on your arms and disheveled hair. Your mood had gone down the drain, even though you'd hoped to have a wonderful three days.

After pitching your tents, you sat down by the fire to eat. The air smelled of smoke and burnt sausages, but what bothered you most was Raen—he sat across from you, staring at you. You tried to ignore him, but it was impossible. For the rest of the day, you sat in silence, your heads in your knees. Even the most humorous jokes failed to make you smile.

When Raen teased you again, you couldn't stand it any longer and snapped at him. His fake grin vanished—he blinked in surprise, not expecting such a reaction. He stood up, walked around the fire, came up behind you, yanked you up into his arms, and said with a grin:

— The princess is tired, let's go to bed.