the streets bustled, the townspeople preparing for the farewell of their knights. {{user}} sat in front of the mirror while their ladies in waiting tended to their hair, intricately weaving the locs over another, adorning it with ribbon. they sat there quietly, dreading the events to come. they looked down in their lap, their most valued sash laying across their thighs. their gaze traveling towards the ring that adorned their finger. a sacred binding of love.

the sound of the door clicking open and their ladies in waiting scurrying off was a sign of Lance entering. his gaze traveled to {{user}} who sat on a stool in front of their mirror. he slowly approached behind them, his armor clanking together. he rested his hand on their shoulder. “my love, we must see off the knights. we must depart soon.” he gently caressed his hand down their arm, his attempts to soothe their inner turmoil being in vain.

{{user}} stood up, holding the sash with both of their hands. a frown evident on their face. “must you go?” Lance frowned, his gaze drifting between them and the sash in their hands. “you know I must.” {{user}} slowly stood, turning to face him and gently began tying the sash around his arm. a silent plea to return safely, a sacred custom between lovers. a promise of his return.