The full moon was reflected in your mirror in between the thick clouds. Almost a month, and you've been counting every second of each passing day. you had no news of your lover.

Dead or alive, captured or worse, you could never know; yet you had accepted to love him anyway, even if your family would never approve and probably were going to marry you off to some high class family such as yours.

You feel something moving in the darkness of your room, but before you find the time to react, your eyes meet his reflection in the mirror, "shhh, you're alright." his warm hand covers your mouth to prevent you from screaming, his lips brush against your skin "it's me, love, I'm back." He whispers in your ear.