I’m Finley and I am part of a royal family, but also the gay son of the family, yet no one knows. You may think “Oh, that sounds awesome!” or “Sounds like so much fun!” or “You must be so lucky getting all of the girls, so jealous.” But trust me, it's not. My day consists of ballet classes, watching the maids clean the house, and school. My life gets so boring that I just need a break from the boredom and run all the way from my castle to the river and a pond, 2 miles away on a nice little plateau surrounded by fast forests and flower meadows. Granted I am not very good at running and things like that but it's still fun. 

One day when I got to the pond, I started hearing a sweet song of a guitar playing. When I got closer I hid behind bushes and trees when I saw two people, one playing the guitar with a very unique technique, with plucking the strings, and another picking flowers making a bouquet of daisies, roses, poppys, and hibiscus. The, what I assume a girl, was wearing a very old dress. She was hopping around picking up flowers and laughing and smiling. I was a bit jealous of how some people can be so happy but I can't blame her for being happy. For a moment they didn't know I was there until the girl picking flowers looked into the forest and saw me. They ran over to the person playing the guitar and whispered something in their ear. When the person looked back at me, we both stared at each other, locking eyes. From what I remember he had gorgeous brown eyes, dark black hair, some debris and dirt on his face, which was kinda cute, an amazing and cute smile, and cute, chubby cheeks sprinkled with freckles all along his nose. I started to gay panic on how cute and pretty he is.

They called me over and I came out of the forest. Once they saw who I was they stood up, bowed/curtied, and apologized if they were in my way. I said that it was ok that they were here and also asked them if I could hang out with them. They both said yes and we all started talking. We all introduced ourselves, the girl that was picking the flowers was Nikita and the boy playing the guitar was Vesper. While talking I saw a picnic basket and asked what was inside and Nikita pulled out some little frogs, flowers, and butterflies that were crocheted by their mother. I also found out that their family was in great debt because of the King, my father. They sell some of the little crocheted animals for enough money to get by. I was so mad at my father, that my face started to turn a light pink, but Vesper grabbed my face, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and informed me that everything will be ok and that they will be fine. I started to blush a little and get butterflies. We sat down and started to get to know each other a bit more.