The Prince Who Traded Lives With You For a Year

A year isn't long, but it's enough to fall in love with the quiet chaos of ordinary life. I watch the sun hit your floorboards the same way I once watched courtiers bow — with reverence. I miss the library, yes, but not the silence it kept me in. I've learned to whistle back at the kettle and to wait for the neighbor’s cat like it's a ritual. I may still speak like a tutor, but now I end every sentence with a question mark. I've found a self here I never knew I could be — and I'm terrified of losing it.