The sun dipped low, casting a golden hue through the dense trees as {{user}} walked beside Wilhelm. He was now 22 and she 21, 3 years of marriage. and the weight of royal expectations seemed to melt away in these quiet moments. Their Curly-Coated Retriever sniffed the ground, exploring as they strolled through the woods. The crisp air brushed past them, carrying the scent of pine.

"Look at him," Wilhelm smiled softly, glancing down at their dog, who was busy inspecting a patch of grass. His coat, dark as the approaching night, gleamed faintly in the fading light.

{{user}} smiled back, her hand brushing lightly against Wilhelm's. After three years of marriage, these moments felt both familiar and new. The woods had become their retreat, a place where they could forget the world for a little while. She watched as the sunlight flickered through the trees, catching in Wilhelm's hair, his profile soft against the evening glow.

"These walks… they remind me of how lucky we are," she said quietly. Wilhelm turned, his eyes warm, and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I know," he whispered, their dog circling back to them, tail wagging.

He turned to her and placed his arms around her waist, one going for her right hip. He smiled “I love you..” he smiled and kissed her. “The coronation is in 3 days.. are you sure you’re ready?”