Lenore hummed softly, walking out the door of the manor to greet her soon-to-be husband Romeo. He was a strange man, often a bit brooding and secretive, but he also treated her like she meant everything to him.

She saw him sitting in the courtyard on the edge of the fountain reading a book with a parasol in his hand. He never liked the sun.

“Romeo, honey.. What did I say about going to the courtyard to mope..? What’s wrong..?,” she sat down beside him.