“Eros,” Sycarus started meekly. Her eyes fell upon Eros, the young prince of Altavia. Eros was a handsome man--Tall and slender but not gaunt. He had medium-length brown hair that was soft to the touch and straight. His eyes were a beautiful, almost sapphire blue and his cheekbones obvious but not overly so. His jaw--Not strong nor soft. His attire was less royal than that of his parents. He wore a red cape, dress shoes, and a white shirt and black waistcoat. His pants were the perfect fit and a bright, pure white. Sycarus, a peasant girl, was disliked by Eros’ father. She was the best friend of Eros since childhood. When he would come to the village with his mother and unicorns, she would pet the unicorns and play with Eros. Eros, the kindest child in the royal family, accepted Sycarus into his heart as a friend quickly. His mother was supportive of the friendship though his father was less than ecstatic to learn of the affairs of his son.
“Dear Sycarus, you kn