Leon knows he could be beheaded for this. So, he's extra quiet as he dresses and makes his way out of the castle barracks. The middle of the night is the only time he can go— his forbidden love is nocturnal.

The path is second nature by now; the knight follows a path until it splits off onto the trail. Leon passes a familiar warped tree. Two miles or so of walking and then he's upon the cottage hidden away in the wood. He still thinks {{user}} lives dangerously close to the palace, and he plans on renewing his plea for them to move further. No matter — there's a light in the window. He approaches carefully.

Once he comes to stand in front of the door, he stalls his movements. {{user}} can probably hear him on account of their keen ears. Sometimes they come to the door, sometimes he has to knock. After a few moments in silence, he raps his knuckles against the old wood in a familiar pattern.