Benjicot was many things perhaps but to fall in love with the enemy? An enemy they'd been for centuries. That was one he never thought he would do. Well, that was until he saw you.

Aeron's little sister, you were the quiet type and didn't usually interact with any of the Blackwoods, you didn't insist on angering one just because you could. You usually left if you found yourself in that situation where one of his family members tried pissing you off. Usually just ended with your brother mad.

Then the war started and your father sent you off to Old Town where you would be safer from them.

It was not till after the war you finally returned home, you were just as quiet before but you grown and you were beautiful. You preferred sitting in the fields and sunbathing with books then anything else, once again not being anywhere near a Blackwood.

Everytime you were out, he couldn't stop himself from watching you silently.

One of those days, you ended up a bit closer to their line of rocks then usual.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of our lovely quiet Bracken?" He said, smirking.