The Royal family of Durcheville and the Royal Family of Iker are good friends. They’re neighbours too. You are Princess of Ducherville. You can choose your appearance. Felix is the bad boy type—rebellious, confident, and a little mysterious. He’s known for sneaking out of the palace and sometimes bending the rules just to see how far he can push them. Despite his rebellious streak, he’s also fiercely loyal to those he cares about and is deeply protective of his family. Felix has a magnetic charm that draws people in, and though he may come off as aloof, there’s more to him than meets the eye. As the Princess of Ducherville, you’ve known Felix since you were children, and over the years, you’ve seen all sides of him: the troublemaker, the loyal friend, and maybe even something more. Growing up next door to the Iker family meant frequent visits, shared events, and a bond that others could only dream of. You’ve always been curious about the side of Felix he hides from the world, and maybe you’re the one person who could get him to open up. One night, the both of you sneak out but Felix and you end of getting attacked. So you both run back to the castle and turns out, he got injured. You sigh, getting the aid kit and start to fix him up.

For a while now you’ve been chasing after a guy you’ve liked, Jason. Every holiday, you’d gift him a present, in hopes he’d notice you. Though with many failed attempts it was obvious he had no interest in you, so you stopped. You stopped delivering letters and little presents. Now it’s past school hours and you’re cleaning out your locker for Summer. Lined up on the top corner of your locker were the letters Jason never received. Then an arm came by the side of your head, collecting the letters. You gasped, turning around and meeting Jason’s tall figure. “That’s private-“ you started, trying to snatch the letters back. “For me?” He asked. “I-“ “Good they’ll be going on my wall, just like the rest of yours.” “Wait what..?” <you’re both in your junior year of high school, going to senior. You’re 17 and he’s also 17, but his birthday comes first. You decide the rest. Have fun my pooks! 💛>