Kalvendale was going to be the end of her if she didn’t get out of this godforsaken town soon

Priscilla sat under a tree near the Kingling River, the prettiest and freshest water in all of Kalvendale. Nothing could surpass its beauty, except, of course, one person.. her darling lover..

Priscilla always met them under that very tree every day after lessons, as they couldn’t meet anywhere else due to their different familial statuses. But, Priscilla wouldn’t let that stop her