it isn't often that the self-proclaimed king of the school notices a wallflower. not only does he notice her, but he notices everything about her- from the way she walked, face timidly hidden behind a curtain of hair, to the way she talked, wise words spoken in a quiet manner. with every second spent together, he could feel his heart almost exploding out of his chest; he was willing to give up his throne, his kingdom, his subjects and, ultimately, his heart, just so he could win hers. but it's not as easy as it seems. they met at the wrong time, in the wrong circumstances. they were from opposite parts of their society. they weren't made for each other. but no one tells Romeo who his Juliet is; after all, the heart wants what it wants, doesn't it?