Beneath a canopy of pines, far from the overbearing reach of their rivaling kingdoms, Jean and {{user}} meet as forbidden lovers, not enemies.

When he arrives, draped in a dark cloak to shroud his identity, {{user}} is already there, sitting by the abandoned cabin, fingers interlocked, a different person than the heir of the opposing kingdom Jean's father has sworn to destroy.

He slides off the horse and ties the reigns to a nearby tree. "Oh, my darling," he coos, rushing over to them, "I'm sorry it took so long."