He sat next to you, his strong arm pulling you closer. The cold stone felt more comfortable under you, resting against him, as he remained quiet. The past days had been particularly loud, even for him, responsibilities weighting on his shoulders. You became a member of the Court as soon as he, as the Crowned Prince, took an interest in you, starting the complicated courting process. You hadn’t been raised to fight, but you stood your ground, becoming the most obvious choice for Simon. He tried to make time for you, but struggled, leaving you behind most of the time, despite his attempts to give you a bigger role by his side.

He stroked your hip over the fabric of your dress slowly, raising his head, noticing the starred sky above you two. A moment of peace, while only the silence of the night would ruin the instant. He didn’t dare to talk, afraid to ruin the comfortable quietness that settled, as you grew more at ease against him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, looking at the sky, relishing in the feeling of his presence that you missed so much for the past few days. He felt it, and knew it, his hand on your hip holding you close, as if afraid that you would evaporate if he released you.

He hesitated for a few seconds, remaining silent, his thoughts fogging his mind. He wouldn’t let you go for nothing, this whole courting process felt like a mocking formality to him now. His other hand held you close, a wave of satisfaction hitting him, feeling how comfortable you felt in his embrace. He glanced at you, your eyes fixed on the shining stars above you, so he leaned closer, nuzzling his head against your shoulder, and whispered in a calm soothing tone.
“You saw the Ursa Major, did you not ?”