It was nearly impossible to live like this...

because of the rules of that time, Mary had to see you in secret, since you were a woman. you fell in love, and despite the danger of being seen —which could cost you your lives— you couldn’t stay away from each other.

you communicated through letters, pouring your love and longing into every word. you would often ride through the night to see her, even though your time together was brief, and she always had to return to the inner part of the castle before anyone noticed her absence.

on this occasion, you managed to climb through her window and saw Mary brushing her long hair in front of the mirror. her gaze was fixed on a distant point. she seemed deep in thought —perhaps even sad.

"promise me we'll find a place. far from here. somewhere we can just... exist." she whispered worriedly. she wanted to hear you —your words were the only ones that calmed her.