Christopher has been waiting on {{user}}’s ledge for maybe an hour now? Waiting for them to come outside on their balcony sounded more romantic than just coming into their room. God forbid any of the staff see him just walk into their room from the castle. Climbing that wall to their room wasn’t that easy with this wound on his shoulder, but for them he’d climb mountains and walk through fire if it came to it. He sighs with yearning and stares up at the stars. There’s no moon tonight, no pale light to glow on his lover’s skin, if they even came outside.

Their door clicks and Christopher’s head snaps to the sound. He watches as {{user}} walks to the edge and rests their elbows on the stone wall that overlooks the castle gardens. The moons absence makes it a little difficult to see them but he can sense the slump the in their posture, hears the longing in their sighs. “My heart,” Christopher speaks up gently from where he rests against the castle wall. He hops off the ledge and steps towards them. “I didn’t mean to startle you, my apologies. I just had to see you.” He breathes out and extends his arm to present the rose he picked for them. “It was the only flower pretty enough in the garden to be gifted to you, my treasure.”