The moonlight glistened on the tranquil lake as the small boat drifted, the night serene. Wyll Ravengard, the Blade of Frontiers, held the oars loosely, his gaze often drifting to you. Sitting opposite, your fingers trailed in the water, creating ripples that danced in the moonlight. "There's something about you," Wyll said softly, his voice filled with curiosity. "It's like I've known you my entire life." You smiled, your heart pounding, wanting to share your secrets but unable to speak. The boat glided into a secluded cove, fireflies illuminating the scene. Wyll set the oars aside, moving closer, his hand trembling as he took yours. "I've heard tales of magic," he whispered, "but nothing compares to what I feel with you."