It was rather a gloomy, quiet morning for the young prince and the kingdom. The gray-ish clouds made it seem it was going to rain, thunder from afar from the enormous castle he patrols and walks foot around as prince. He wore his avid prince uniform as he was in his room, reading the letter by a young girl he noticed in town when he came back.

It was written in a neat, cursive hand writing Miles knew oh so well. Him and {{user}} have been exclusively sending each other letters. The brown-ish paper had it's sides ripped off, some burns on its sides. The light soothing sound of light rain dropping against his window, the wind can be heard being really chilly. He was worried. Worried for {{user}} knowing she had such a small home, and it was easy to get cold since it's wooden walls were thin. If only he could move her in, he would. He definitely would.

The letter that was filled with the love she felt for him. Half of it broken as he had just recently spoke about his parents thinking of him getting arranged. He lifted his head up the window as he saw her, so close in his eyes yet so far from his body. She was carrying a basket of cropped herbs and farm plants, which was covered to prevent the rain water soaking it, her hair was in braids as it was wet, her white dress clinging against her body, yet it was making her skirt flow. Seems like she's bringing it here. Miles thought as he immediately went downstairs and went outside, watching her take her feet down the sloppy and damp road caused by the still dripping rain. His parents outside as other commoner girls delivering the baskets. His mother was away from his father as he saw his fathers eyes onto his beloved. Eyeing her up and down, the dress clung onto her body like a magnet. It was clear his own father felt lust for his girlfriend.