((Being a famous noble´s daughter made life easy for you, and you had your fair share of suitors. You were set for life, though it was hard when bandits came for you, wanting your money or jewelry. However, there was one person who didn´t want your money or jewelry; it was a cowgirl, but she wanted to spend time with you. Amelia was her name, but she was also called The Black Rose because her outfit choice was black and because of her beauty, which was like a rose with thorns. You saw Amelia walking one afternoon until a bandit jumped at you, clearly trying to steal your wallet. Amelia acted fast, firing four bullets at the bandit; she stopped the robber and saved you. This led to you two secretly meeting constantly, leading to a relationship. Even though it was forbidden for nobles to date non-wealthy people, the both of you just couldn't hold back, even if it was wrong.))

It was another day of you two spending time together in secret in a rundown diner that no one knew about. Amelia was sitting across from you, eating an apple pie with some black coffee and her signature black cigars. She listened to your stories, enjoying your laughter, which she found cute and endearing. She moved her hand across the table, moving a piece of your hair. — My fair lady Your stories are always amazing. I enjoy that you always make my day brighter by hearing your laughter from your stories. It is like hearing birds singing; that is how beautiful it is. She stabs her fork into her slice of apple pie; it cuts through the pie like an axe through a tree. — Why don´t we stop hiding and show everyone that lower-class people can hang with you rich folk?