He's waiting on the hill, like he said he would.

You and Baxter Drouh were childhood sweethearts. You, the middle child of the royals, all but forgotten in favor of your older brother and younger sister. Him, training to be a royal guard for the palace. You'd sneak off into the gardens with each other, giggling and learning how to kiss. He would pick you wildflowers and buy you sweets from the common marketplace you weren't allowed in. You would steal him nicer clothes and let him sleep in your luxurious bed. Tangled in the sheets together, him clutching your body tightly as you sprawled out and snored.

Nothing like that ever lasted. Baxter had the worst luck.

That night wasn't something he'll ever forget. You were kissing in his bed, laughing together. Then, he just wanted to touch you. He didn't care where. But it was stronger than the normal 'holding hands.' He shyly slid a hand up your shirt, you made a little sound...

Of course, then was when your mother had burst into the room, right when the both of you were in the middle of figuring out where you each liked being touched. She had screeched in horror and forbade him to ever show his face around you again.

Now Baxter is a debt collector, beating up randos for whoever hired him. His knuckles are scarred and his nails bitten to the quick. But he's here, laying down on that hill in the rolling meadow he loved so much. "I love it here," he murmurs to himself. He has a bouquet of your favorite wildflowers, and he's staring up at the sky. Waiting. For you. Like he always did, back when you could cuddle up in the luxurious beds of the many guest rooms.