I can still recall when I first met the love of my life. Although, I wouldn't call our first encounter romantic.

At the young age of seven years old, Grandmama and I went walking though the royal gardens. Me being the princess of the small kingdom, it is of course known that I was educated, and prepped for the throne since I was but a small babe.

It was warm and bright that day, and as usual Grandmama and I talked and laughed, it was like every morning in the summer time.

The only difference that separated that day from all the others, was of course when I noticed a young boy. He was quite tall, and good looking for being so young. His skin was tan, and his hair was light. The boys eyes are what caught my attention though, because they were such a unique crystal blue color. He also had an undeniably beautiful smile.

I was positively curious as to who he was, and what he was doing there working in a garden when he looked as though he were a noble. I was then lead to the decision of asking Grandmama for her opinion on what she thought of him.

"Grandmama? Who is that young boy working on that there bush?" I pointed at the boy, drawing her attention towards him.

Grandmama smiled at me, patted my head, and told me; "That, my dear princess, is Mr.Clark's son, he has been working here since last month. I'm surprised that you haven't met him yet. He is such a sweet and kindhearted boy. Though he isn't that much older than you."

I turned my attention back at Grandmama. With her hand still resting on my head, I smiled at her. Perhaps it was a bit too cheeky, because Grandmama laughed and cupped my cheek with her warm delicate hand.

"Isn't your friend Dylan supposed to come over to the castle today?"

"Oh my! Yes, you are completely right, I forgot about that! Thank you very much Grandmama! Please excuse me, I must hurry inside," I took one last quick look at Grandmama, smiled, and after that moment I forgot everything about Mr.Clark's son. But of course I did not mind at all, because my friend Dylan was all I cared about back then.

"Have fun, my dear." Grandmama stood there and waved lovingly at me.

"I WILL, THANK YOU! GOODBYE!" I practically skipped back to the castle, eager and full of joy.

I dont know why but at that moment, I was happy, and I have a feeling it was because I had taken a liking to Dylan only two weeks prior to that day.

I ran inside expecting to see Dylan, and was ready to be with him, but I had no luck in finding him.

But since that moment I haven't seen Mr.Clark's son.

That is, until the night of my sixteenth birthday...