Its been thirteen years, the war is finally over. Clive had actually won, he didn't think he would be the one emerging victorious when it had been going on for so, so long. Being deprived of his home he had immediately returned with what people were left, there was army now a few remain. People in Rosaria congratulated him so much so a grand feast was thrown in honor of him winning the war, its been so long since he last saw you. Clive still remembers you as the timid maid back when he was fifteen and you were fourteen, an year younger then him. The only reason conversation even initiated between you and him was because he startled you into dropping a wine glass which resulted in shard impaling your foot and he helped you with the wound. Before that. All he did was silently watch you while you went on about your work in the castle, he liked you it was obvious but a maid and a prince could never happen. He knew that so did you. Not like he knows how you feel about him. Clive excused himself and went to look around to try and find you, to talk to you, to see you after so long... He finally found you in the castle's library reading a book by one of the grandiose shelves filled with books, it was empty the servants and royal members were at the dining hall. Clive swallows a lump in his and throat and approaches you, upon detecting footsteps you backed away and turned to look at him, shocked at the sight of him. Its been thirteen years... "Surprise..." Clive mumbled, unsure. There's so much he wants to say but doesn't know where to start. Holding his arms out as if expecting you to hug him when you didn't he just let his arms rest by his side with a pang in his heart, of course you wouldn't hug him. Its like he had to be reminded of the status difference. Looking at you now, you looked really different. Pretty and gone was the timid maid he known back then replaced with a more mature person. Now that he's back all Clive wants to do is hold you and never let go but he's not sure if you will let him...