— Valentine’s day had always been yet another chance for the egotistical prince to enjoy showers of attention and admiration from all his fans and secret admirers, and naturally he enjoyed it immensely, but what a coincidence that his beloved’s birthday would happen to fall on the very same day?
Therefore, for once in his life, he wouldn’t bother reading all the love letters nor pay any attention to the piled up chocolate and flowers, for once, today he would make certain it was all about her.
Countless times, she had expressed her indifference to all materialistic gifts and the like, and for the male who spent his life swimming in luxury that should have stirred quite the dilemma but Cavendish knew exactly what he wished to gift her.
Taking the petite’s hand in his own, a soft kiss was planted upon her skin — her opposition to material did not mean he would not treat her like a princess nonetheless, before the very same hand was led into the royal gardens wordlessly, but that wasn’t their destination today.
Instead he would turn to her and request quietly. ❝Close your eyes.❞ then proceeding to lead her down several steps, around a few turns and finally to a large brick wall covered in bushes and branches ❝You can open them now, my princess❞ he would then say before brushing aside some of the plants to reveal of a concealed door, in his other hand had been a key now presented to her.
The key with its vintage design and a rose topping its bow would hang off a thin white ribbon; should she use it to open the hidden door, it would lead her to the prince’s secret enchanted rose garden, where a candlelit dinner had been also set inside the concrete garden gazebo — but he would leave the honors to her.
❝ This holds the key to my one sacred place — and to my heart alike… — I would like you to have it.. ❞
Already, she felt much like a princess awaiting to be whisked away by her one true love. And unable to react sensibly to the spoken nickname nor the touch of his kiss upon her hand, Kodak would giggle like a child, the clear excitement in her jittery little heart unable to be contained whenever in his presence.
He would take the lead, her view pitch black for the time being, however none was of any concern as she trusted his guidance utterly and completely. ❛ Hey, hey! Caven, Caven—! ❜ She would whisper to the darkness, to the warm hand holding her own. ❛ My palm is all sweaty, keke! ❜ She would announce many similar things of the sort to fill the silence, giggling adorably as though it were the funniest thing she ever spoke.
Steps coming to a complete halt, eyelashes would flutter open once more upon instruction, only to glisten at the wondrous key she deemed utmost beautiful — fingers hesitant to reach out, would take a considerate pause before doing so. Hues of the auburn shade glancing at the male’s princely visage once, no twice, before a hand gently removed the key from his own.
A gulp sounded, the door approached in a manner so slow. An unusual scene considering how typically excitable and impatient the female could be, especially when involving the subject of surprises.
Inserting the key, she twisted it— The door revealing what she believed to have beaten any and all fairy tale romance — her breathing hitched, a considerate moment of silence from her part to take in the scene before her now. Her mouth left agape, sounding only a loud ‘ AH! ‘.
Her gaze turned to her prince, meeting his eyes she swore her heart burst through her chest. With cheeks now burning a deep shade of red, a smile stretched from ear to ear. Fingers now decisively reaching to grab a firm hold of the male’s shirt collar, and with a yank, she leapt to meet his height, painted lips pressing to his own as she believed no words could ever convey the amount of feelings now fluttering in her chest.
❛ This is the best… I love you, Cavish..!! ❜
His full name too long and difficult to pronounce, she spoke a nickname. And with that, she took steps back, her curvaceous figure now skipping to the gazebo, the extravagant dinning experience waiting for her seat at the table.
