Marco smiled as he walked through the peaceful garden. It was late in the day, and the freckled boy had some free time after a few days full of paperwork and Prince training that his parents pushed on him. Sometimes, it was tough to be a Prince, but Marco knew that everything he does would pay off in the end.
He adjusted the gold crown atop his head. It was fairly simple, just a gleaming gold encrusted with a few diamonds. It was nice, and Marco liked it, but his father's complex crown was also very exciting. Marco remembered running around with it for a whole day when he was younger, and it kept falling into his eyes and blocking his vision. Marco smiled at the memory.
He suddenly heard a light, beautiful voice flowing through the air. It was clearly female, and it soothed Marco. He quietly searched around until he found a girl sitting near the roses, singing to herself with her eyes closed. The freckled Prince smiled widel