Watching the boys train was almost boring to him, causing him to zone out or loose train of thought. He stands there, the tip of his sword in the ground as his hands hold the bottom of the handle. His eyes scan the area around him, tracking the motion of a single snowflake that falls onto the thin layer of snow.

His breath can be seen as he breathe out, but it gets cut short when he feels someone land on his back. He barely moves forward from the small impact, only to turn around and have his breath taken away. There she stands, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. And, well, you could blame it on the fact that he's never been with a woman before.

Hes seen many, but you.. you werent like them.