Payton's eyes went wide at the sight of the Prince. He was a bit more put together, but it was him. The man from that night a year ago. He was just as beautiful as he remembered, tall strong, intoxicating voice. His heart raced in his chest as he introduced himself. Alex. Alex. Wonderful Alex. He looked too handsome dressed in his uniform and colors, but this was bad. He'd be recognized if he wasn't careful. Shoot!<br/><br/>Payton hid his lower face behind the the fan in an attempt to mask his identity without seeming suspicions. It was definitely suspicious anyway .He averted his cobalt eyes as he gingerly shook Alex's hand.  What was he going to do? He couldn't hide from Alex forever. What would he do if he knew his princess was a man. A man that he had sex with before. A man who was trying to trick him. "It's a pleasure. I'm Princess Payton Lucille Everitiere. Please call me Payton..." His voice trailed of into a whisper at the end. Woke Alex recognize his voice? Maybe he didn't put enough value on that night to remember Payton's voice. Maybe he didn't care enough to remember Payton at all. He hoped, but the thought that Alex might not care one bit about the night Payton cherished do deeply brought a tightness to his chest. He didn't want to be here. Lying to the man he felt so thankful for having met and unable to look into those green orbs that he'd dreamt about almost every night.<br/><br/>Payton touched his burned shoulder lightly and shifted once again out of the sun that seemed to follow him. He felt that he just was meant to be miserable. That was okay. Endure. Endure. Endure. He repeated to himself like an incantation that might help sooth the burning in his shoulders and heart.