You; the first born child of the mayor. The perfect, golden child - or some would think.

Behind your misted veil of feigned innocent lay a dire secret: your clandestine meetings with the outlaw.

Clandestinely meeting under the moonlit skies of Penacony, his fingertips grazed lightly over the surface of your skin. His breathing was heavy, his eyes alight with both pure affection and unbridled desires

"My love." He murmured, his voice hoarse.