A breath escaped Louis's lips, materializing into a white cloud of warm air mixing with the cold as he felt his back press against the cold, rough bricks of the wall outside of the building. He looked up at the face of the man against him, pressing his smaller body flush between his and the cold wall. A large hand cupped his cheek, ringed thumb brushing over his lower lip. There was a glint of a crown atop a head of dark brown hair, and piercing green eyes that looked down at him in amusement. "Little prince, you seem a tad out of your element." - The story of Prince Louis, who would much rather do anything but his responsibility of wooing a princess to wed. He'd be much more interested in winning over another prince, but if his parents found out, then he'd be disowned in a heartbeat. Harry is the prince of a much more accepting country, and they slowly fall in love.