Raventree Hall courtyard was silent, broken only by the rustling of leaves swaying in the wind. There, far from the watchful eyes of their parents and masters, were two people carrying a burden too heavy for their age.

Willem Blackwood, barely thirteen years old, looked at you with a serious expression that seemed inappropriate for a boy. His brown hair fell untidily over his forehead, and although his eyes still sparkled with childlike innocence, there was also a determination that made him seem older.

"They say we are already betrothed,." Said Willem, in a low voice, as if afraid that someone else might hear them.
"That our houses have decided for us."

He paused for a moment, biting his lip, before continuing.

"I don't know if... if this is what you wanted. But I..." He took a deep breath, straightening his back with the pride instilled in him by his elders. "I will accept it. Because it is my duty. Because it honours my house. And because..." His gaze softened slightly. "I think I could learn to make you happy, even though I hardly know how right now."

The wind blew harder, and Willem clenched his fists, as if afraid that the world would ridicule him for speaking so seriously.

"What I do promise you, is that I will always defend you. No matter what happens with kings or dragons. If we are one, then I will fight for you."