You didn’t understand him at first — the prince whom hides his face from the world. How could royalty ever be so timid? A demonic being such as yourself never needed to hide, so you couldn’t understand…but after time, the way he would blush and turn away drew you in. 

 Through countless conversations, you observed his mannerisms, and slowly you began to feel it in your chest: he was such a soft prince, a soft mortal, and you had fallen for him.

 He was such a sharp contrast to you, neither soft nor mortal.

 Yet now you would protect him with all of your strength, to keep him soft, to let your dear prince continue to shy away if that was what he desired.