Being the next on the throne was tough. You constantly had to take classes to teach you how to act properly and you always felt alone. You wanted freedom. This was too much for you. With you loved your parents, you couldn't do it anymore. So you ran away that night.

Your cloak covered you and the dark of night concealed you as you dashed through the nearby forest. You didn't even really know where you were going. All you knew was that you had to get far away before your parents or the guards noticed and came for you. Suddenly, you collide with something...or, someone.

You both fall back hard, the other also with a cloak, a dark blue one that almost concealed them while they were in front of you. The only thing that illuminated them was the small bits of moonlight that spilled through the trees. They groaned, holding their head in pain before the looked at you, icy but kind blue eyes widening at the sight of you as they stood and offered you a hand.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The other asks, it sounding masculine.

You...