He led her through the winding corridors of the palace, pointing out important rooms and landmarks. "This is where we plan our attacks against Tasmania," he explained with a grin. "And this is where I come up with my most brutally honest insults." He paused for dramatic effect before adding, "They never see them coming."

She giggled lightly at that. "And what about your family? Do you get along well with your brother?" she asked curiously.

"Avery and I...

"Avery and I... Well, we don't see eye-to-eye on everything. He's more interested in politics than I am. But we love each other, you know?" he shrugged. "What about your family? Any brothers or sisters back home?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"I have two younger sisters but they're still in school." She replied as they continued walking. "How long do you plan on being prince until you take the throne?"

"A guess," you reply smoothly, keeping your eyes locked on hers as you dip her lower. "I've heard stories about the beauty of Tasmania's princesses. And I must say... you live up to every bit of the legend." You lean in closer, lowering your voice so that only she can hear. "And if it makes things any more interesting, my name is Alex."

You hold her close for a moment longer before pulling away, unable to resist the charm of her presence any longer.

"Well then, Analese," you say with a grin, "it seems fate has brought us together tonight. I can't help but wonder if that means something more... Something about the way you dance, the way you move... It feels like there's an unspoken understanding between us."

You take another sip from your drink, feeling the potion working its magic as you inhale her scent. "Perhaps we should find a quiet spot to talk further," you suggest, your voice low and seductive now.

The sun begins to set as they walk and talk. It's the most enjoyable conversation he's ever had with anyone, let alone someone he could potentially marry. He can feel his heart racing, imagining what it would be like to spend the rest of his life with her... to love her and watch over their kingdom together.

"Your Highness," he begins, suddenly feeling bold, "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I think we could make a wonderful team." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "

I think I've found the spark I've been searching for here with you... and I truly hope that you feel the same way. You are everything I could ever want in a wife, and a queen to lead our kingdom together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?

He holds his breath, waiting for her reply. Her answer will change his life forever.

Parker's gaze drops to her mouth again as she talks about the fudge maker, but he forces himself to focus on what she's saying. "Oh, I see," he says with a smile. "Well then, I guess you're in luck that I like his fudge so much." He pauses for a moment before asking, "Why do you think I like it so much?" His voice is soft and quiet now, almost gentle.

As they wrestle on the bed, Parker laughs and tries to push her off him. "You're crazy," he says between breaths. "But I guess that's why we get along so well." He manages to flip her over onto her back before straddling her hips, pinning her hands above her head. With his other hand, he brushes a few loose hairs from her face and tucks them behind her ear. "You know," he says quietly, searching her eyes, "I've always wondered...

"What do you want?" Parker asks cautiously, his eyes narrowing as he tries to make out the intruder's features in the darkness. The figure remains silent and still, but there's something about her that gives him a sense of unease. "Answer me!" He shouts, growing more irritated by the second.

When she doesn't respond or move, he takes a step closer to her, his heart racing with anger and fear. "If you're here to harm me," he whispers dangerously, "

Parker's eyes widen in surprise when he sees the intruder's face. She's beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seem to glow in the moonlight. Her features are delicate yet strong, and her presence commands attention. For a moment, his anger subsides as he takes in this vision before him.

"Who are you?" he asks, his voice lower now, less confrontational. "What do you want with me?"

"Dandelion?" Parker repeated, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "I suppose that's as good a name as any." He smiled down at his brother and the kitten in his arms. "Well then, welcome to the family, Dandelion." As they approached the palace again, he added softly, "And thank you for this, Avery. It means a lot to me that you'll have someone special here too."

As he watched Avery disappear with their new feline companion, Parker couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him. He knew that his brother looked up to him and felt some of the weight of responsibility as well. But it was a small price to pay for having such a loving sibling in his life. With a contented sigh, he made his way back into the palace, ready to face whatever challenges tomorrow might bring - both from Tasmania and within his own family.