Mumbo was born first in line to the kingdom of hermit craft, he was smart, and had talents people would give up their souls for, but one fateful day he meets a sweet gardener who treats him as equal and he starts to fall. And fall hard he did. This gardener's name was Grian short as could be with a red turtle neck jumper that looked worn and stitched together, but Mumbo found his dazzling even when he had splatters of dirt on his face from working in the gardens. Mumbo on the other hand looked well-groomed, his deep black hair always slicked back. He wouldn't be caught dead in something so informal. His normal outfit was a stylish black suit with a white undershirt and a simple red tie. Grian secretly laughed at the Prince's wardrobe he wouldn't be able to put up with being so formal all the time, but little did they know that would all change soon. (Grumbo, there might be triggering subjects in the such as S/H and depression, but not too severe I will put tw on chapters that have them, as well as right before talk of said subject is put)