"Depends," I replied, looking at the shimmering water in the distance. "It depends on which of us falls in love first."

The boy's face grew even more, shocked, "I said—"

"But that's not what I meant, Prince Malbonte," I said seriously but with a smile. "I will change his personality, not in the way of love that will break his heart that we know I will never reciprocate. But love as a true friend."

The boy just nodded when he understood what I was really getting at. We were enveloped in silence for a while because the song of the birds dominated my hearing which was really nice to listen...