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Pretty Boy

(This is for @arethmicsalami , thank you so much for requesting! I tried my best if there's something that you don't like I can surely re-do it. I went more with the fantasy thing than anything <3 hope you enjoy! p.s, I'm so sorry this took so long to get out)

(Also I have a question.. would you guys ever want me to right smut in this? I'm curious..)

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Dallon had always seen the young boy whenever he would look out the window of his castle. He had always asked people if they knew who the boy was, but no one seemed to know, and they generally didn't seem to care.

Dallon, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He was infatuated with the boy who he saw out in the woods every day.

"Pretty boy", as Dallon liked to call him, was a young raven-haired boy he saw out in the woods or even the garden. There wasn't a moment the boy wasn't out there, in the woods or the garden, or just in nature it seemed. He always has pastel clothing on, usually a light baby blue, and a flower crown to match, his pants were usually black.

Dallon found him absolutely adorable.

As creepy as it sounds, he would always just sit and watch the younger. What surprised him the most was the fact that the animals of the woods didn't seem to mind him at all, it's like they didn't even notice him. The boy didn't seem to mind the animals either, he seemed to enjoy them.

But rather rain or shine, the boy was always out there.

Some days it almost scared Dallon because it would be pouring down rain, but the boy would still sit out there, despite the rain.

One day, Dallon had finally had enough of just sitting out and staring at the boy from a window, so he decided that the next day he was going to go talk to"pretty boy". He had talked to his friend Sarah, a girl who worked around the castle, about him, and she was the one who encouraged Dallon to go talk to the raven-haired boy.

That night, Dallon went to bed with a plan in his mind, a plan on how he was going to talk to the boy he adored.

The next morning when Dallon woke up, he was feeling incredibly happy. He was actually going to talk to the boy who had been watching for so long.

Dallon gets up and gets dressed with a little more bounce to his step. He tries to hurry because he was just so eager to see the pastel boy, and he doesn't even really focus on trying to get dressed up properly like his father would want him to.

To be quite frank, he honestly didn't care. He didn't wanna be a prince anyways.

Whenever Dallon's dressed, he makes his way out of his room and to the back exit of the hallway. He knew his father would also be mad if he were to leave, so he just decided to sneak out. No one ever came into the hall where his room was located anyways.

He carefully, and quietly opens the door before he almost jogs outside, his eagerness and excitement bubbling up in his chest.

He takes one final look at his "home" before he shakes his head and continues all walking towards the woods where he had seen the boy. The raven was always sat up against a huge tree that was almost tucked away into the brush, but if you looked hard enough you could see it.

As he walks, he admires the scenery around him. It was a quiet and sunny day, but it wasn't very hot so it was comfortable. There were fluffy white clouds in the sky, making the day just seem happier.