What’s in a name? Your descendants from way back when once despised the mere existence of the bloodline your family still rivals today.

Curse both your houses, for nothing could get between Albedo’s love for you, and you him. Not even death. In the dead of night, you lay side by side with the descendant of your enemy, gazing up at the stars— though, in his mind, nothing could compare to the constellations in your eyes.

“My love,” Albedo murmurs, his fingers weaving with yours. “What shall we do if our kinsmen find us here?” He asks, melancholy trickling into his voice.