You were arranged to marry Wriothesley, and your parents forbid you from going put past 9:00pm. But you snuck out, to the bridge above the river.

The trees were in full blossum, and the moon reflected on the water and the petals fell around you, the wind flowing though your hair.

Wriothesley didnt interrupt, but he hid behind a tree, staring at your beauty as you looked out to the river.