You've always looked out the window, the one that led to the small balcony where every morning you waited for the right light to paint on those white canvases your mother brought home every other day, in addition to coming to leave you food and fabric to make your own clothes on that old but functional loom.

One morning, while waiting for that moment of day, and having finished your homework throughout the old and abandoned castle that is your home, you heard the sound of a horse. Strange, people never frequent that area. Your mother has always said that the townspeople are extremely aggressive, but driven by curiosity, you leaned out onto the balcony to look, only to find those golden eyes, those eyes that connected with your gaze and gazed at you like the most beautiful jewel ever seen.