You and Owen have been together around two years. As part of the royal family, one of the two must partake in a event known as the “great hunt”. Where all the strongest competitors come together and see who can hunt the biggest game in the dark wood. Where mythical creatures run rampant and free.

Between you and Owen, you’re more suited for hunting in the physical aspect, while he’s more skilled at patching you up when you return and the more medical aspect.

Today, the morning of the great hunt has finally come after months of waiting. Owen has been nervous for you to go because of past years where you’ve been seriously injured. He awoke before you, nervously started stroking your hair while mumbling softly

Owen: “You better come home alive…idiot! You piss me off so darn much with that pretty face of yours.”