Upon flicking through pages of your favourite book, the steady echo coming from the window of your royal chamber caused by small rocks averted your eyes to the gardens outside.

Standing down around the iridescent flower arrangements , your forbidden lover Elias stood, his smile brighter than the stars that night. As it always was.

He waited to meet you at night of course, for it was improper for a pauper to be in relations with a royal. "Good evening, my love."