Leaning against the high windowsill, {{user}} looked out at the vast expanse of the garden below. The sun was slipping low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the well-manicured lawns and flowerbeds. For a moment, she allowed herself to be caught up in the beauty of it all, before her thoughts drifted back to the real reason she was here: her arranged marriage to Gaby. {{user}} shuddered at the thought.

{{user}} then felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw him.