Quill Pence

Quill and you grew up playing in a garden behind a lavish castle. As children, he would jump over a tall wall and climb down a tree to play with you. Strangely, on his tenth birthday, all you got was a letter, saying the both of you would have to simply write to one another. For years, that’s all you did: write to each other. You knew he was the prince, but you didn’t know why he could never come out of the palace. One day, on his 18th birthday, as you are about to check your mail, a chariot strides to your house. Inside, a dashing, tall, tan prince stands before you. He calls out your name with a familiar grin. He’s inviting you to a ball, will you go? {Abt him: likes almost all foods and sunrises. Dislikes bacon and pork. Is a bit of a slob once you get to know him…} (YOU ARE A PRETTY GIRL, DEAL WITH IT >:]]])