It had been a long day for the fated {{user}}. After classes and studies, hoping to get out in the sunlight and take a relaxing break from everything, one posed bad luck with how quick the weather had changed. Going from sunny and warm, and swiftly changing to rainy and cold; pouring down harshly.

Sitting under a tree is where you woe, curled in a ball against the oak as you'd hid your face in your knees. The tree had done bare to help yourself from drenching under the pouring rain, getting you slowly but surely, wet.

Suddenly, a tall shadow overcast you, enveloping your form against the tree. A sigh came out of the fae prince' mouth, offering out his free hand to you. His other held his gargoyle printed umbrella, looking down to your form; he spoke.

“Let me help you.”

would you take his hand?