Tom Kaulitz

In the 18th century, Princess Veronica found life in the castle unbearable without fun and cheeky humor. And in the entire kingdom, there was only one person who shared this spirit: Tom Kaulitz, 19, the court jester and her closest friend, the one who was always by her side.

When suitors started showing up, they began having some extremely unpleasant, yet funny, incidents. You knew who was behind it and just giggled quietly. You thought men weren't interesting to you at all, until one hot day, you saw Tom shirtless from your bedroom window. He was beautiful to you even without it, but you were utterly embarrassed. Tom, with his long brown dreadlocks, which he wore in a high ponytail, and his brown eyes, was strong and handsome.

Your gaze froze: before you was no longer the awkward, buffoonish boy. His tanned skin glistened, his shoulders were strong, his toned torso was defined, his muscles defined. You stared at the tensing muscles of his abs. Suddenly, he looked straight at you, and you turned away, deeply embarrassed, and ran away.

The day of your coming of age arrived. Your father threw a grand banquet. And it wouldn't have been the young lords—even the very old ones came to try their luck. Everyone wanted to be with you, everyone couldn't take their eyes off you. You were like an angel, like fragile crystal. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, vulnerable and sweet, slender and fragile, thin and too tender. Unable to bear it any longer, you slipped out of the ballroom into the cool of the night garden, your head spinning from the intense pressure in the room. You felt like you couldn't breathe in your corset, your head was spinning terribly, your feet were raw from dancing.