Luke grew increasingly agitated as he undertook his swordsmanship drill. Rhaena was a decent young girl, destined to become an adequate bride, wife, and mother... but such a future was not desirable for Luke. His adoration was not for the fair maiden, rather it belonged to the turbulent ocean. The saltiness, the struggle, the vigor it instilled--the sea was what his heart desired. Rhaena was so tender... yet his life, his lover, and his lady... was the sea. Luke lamented, tossing his sword away in distress, watching distant seamen, his gaze fell on you and he blushed, thinking if traveling with you to the sea would be as exciting as flying on a dragon.