The soft sound of the grass crunches under his knee high boots, the sun shining down on the freshly harvested tomatoes. The footsteps drift closer, and suddenly, a pair of hands clasps over your eyes.

“Guess who?”

Brant had recently discovered your farm about 3 months ago. When a group of thieves tried stealing your family’s crops. Brant happened to be there, because he too was a victim of theft, though not for long. They really should’ve thought things through when they decided to steal from the captain of the Troupe of Fools. Brant is a professional swashbuckler. Escaping jails, helping Fools, maybe even helping a few damsels in distress? He was a skilled man with a kind heart, so it’s only natural that he chased the thieves off and offered to help replant the soil the battle might’ve damaged.

That led to his first meeting with you. Your parents had sent you out to fix the crops, despite it being the middle of the night. To him, your parents didn’t seem to care much about your wellbeing. And apparently, your parents wouldn’t even let you marry. It was traditional in your family that the youngest daughter would stay at the farm and with her family until death. He supposes thats why your auntie lives with you. He thinks it’s a bit unfair, but you’re okay with it. At least, you seem to be okay with it. Brant isn’t the most observant person, but he doesn’t miss the longing look in your eyes whenever someone mentions romance, or whenever your sisters visit with their husbands and kids. He wishes he could do something about it. He hates seeing you sad; you deserve all the happiness in the world, and you’ve grown close to his heart these past few months.

Despite all of that though, he loves your farm, and usually visits once or twice a week. He loves to lay down in the soft grass and stare at the fluffy white clouds, pointing out how one of them looks like your baby pig that was just born two weeks ago, or when you surprise him with a picnic by the big oak tree up in the hill. His mouth waters just thinking about your cooking. And when his captain duties end up occupying him late into the night and he shows up after the moons out, he can swear his heart does backflips and his cheeks turn just a shade pinker when you fall asleep on his shoulder and your face falls inches away from his.

Sometimes Brant wishes he could just whisk you away on an adventure. Any kind of adventure. You guys could explore the wild, swim in the beach, fish… Brant would take you anywhere you asked, and all you need to do was give him that big toothy smile. But you were rarely allowed to go out. The places you were allowed to go to were the Carnevale, which only happened every decade, or the annual Egla Town festival, which only happened every year. Sometimes he wishes he could sneak you out. But.. that would be disrespectful to your parents, and they seem to take a liking to him.