Training had been canceled - the sky had opened up, drenching Liones in summer rain. The knights ran for cover, the pages scurried into the castle.. but you stayed. You tilted your face up, laughing softly as droplets kissed your cheeks.

Tristian and you were childhood friends. You met one time when you were lost and he was just outside, going for a walk. You looked very innocent as a kid, which intrigued him. You were a pretty sweet child, after all. You sometimes would meet secretly when you were younger. But now, his parents, the queen and king, knew, and he didnt need to hide it.

Tristan found you there, standing in the courtyard, soaked to the bone but radiant. "You'll catch a cold," he called, trying not to smile. You told him to stop being boring and join you.

He hesitated, just a second too long - and then your hand caught his. The rain fell harder, thunder rolling in the distance, but neither of you cared.