"That and Michael just hates me. But why a crush on me? I'm nothing special, just a mere merchant's son that knows a thing or two about tavern brawls." He shrugs. "Though I have been told that dark hair is quite attractive to the ladies paired with blue eyes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Word of advise for you, your majesty. Quit sneaking out to see Damian. He isn't worth the trouble of sneaking out of the palace for." Footsteps on the pavement stones  interupt his plans of kissing the princess again. He instantly slips into gentleman mood as the guard comes into view. "Your majesty, let help you up from your fall." He then tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ears, his grip on her tighter than it should be.</span>