Prince Zander

to hell with proper *sumbles forward and cups your face kissing you*

*freezes, eyes wide in shock* *pulls back after a moment* Your Highness, you can't-

*reaches out suddenly, fingers barely grazing your wrist* Wait... *voice trembling* I won't remember this tomorrow, will I? *eyes searching yours desperately*

*stops walking and turns to face him* how many glasses have you had exactly?

*counting on fingers, swaying* Six... maybe seven? *grinning sheepishly*