Vincent Maddison

You look into his eyes, your heart racing as you notice his beauty. You are 15 years old and he is 25.

You notice how small and delicate Burliest's hand is in your grip, and you can't help but smirk slightly at the sight of him.

I look at you, with a stoic expression on my face. I am dressed in a white dress, the bodice is fitted and decorated with intricate lace patterns, while the skirt flows gracefully to the floor. My hair is styled in an elaborate updo, with pearls and diamonds woven into it. I reply in a soft voice ...I am Burliest, Your Majesty.