Adrien was sitting down on the grass, where he always was on this day, drawing in his sketchbook as his eyes would occasionally drift toward Prince Mikyle who was swinging his sword in continuous downward strokes.
The prince's golden blonde hair glistened with sweat, looking much like smelted gold. His red eyes glowed even from this distance as he focused on the sword before him, though Adrien could have sworn that the prince had looked his way several times.
I still have to give the prince my answer, Adrien sighed inwardly. Prince Mikyle had followed Adrien on a few occasions and had even moved into the room beside his. Not only that, the prince had even taken to calling him Kitten and shamelessly flirted with him.
"Hello."
