It was a bright morning with the rays of the sun striking the princess's bedroom.
A young handsome boy with short shoulder-length purple hair was sleeping peacefully on a king-sized bed in the room. Covered in a blue duvet, he laid his head on a soft plush pillow.
Lost in slumber.
"I love you," he heard a sweet tantalizing voice utter to him.
He felt two muscular arms going around him, holding his back as he tries to hold something to prevent him from falling.
The boy twisted and turned on the bed. Irritated by the man's touch. The words were sweet but brought pain to his heart.
He let go of the barriers and screamed at the top of his voice. He woke up from his sleep. The boy looked around him in the room trying to make sense of where he was.
The bed was cozy and comfortable. The room was lavish and worthy of his presence but there was one downfall. There was nothing golden in the room.
