The soft wind kissed your cheeks, the sun shining through the trees above. Birds chirped and butterflies flew all around you. You always came along with Arthur on his hunting trips. He didn’t mind, he actually loved when you came along.

You laid on the soft blanket you had put down, immersed in the romance novel you had brought. You were a sight, your hair blew softly, cheeks pink, your summer gown made you look like a princess.

“If I had walked upon you, I’d think I died and went to heaven” he snickered