A soft breeze sifts through the soft black hair of the stable boy as he slips out of his sleeping quarters and into a beautiful vast meadow where he had been sneaking out to see you every nightfall.

As Ryder nears a trickling brook, the silhouette of your figure waiting for him nearly makes his knees give out, his breath hitching slightly.

Snaking his arms around your waist as he reaches your side, the besotted young man places a chaste kiss upon your cheek. “I’ve missed you, Your Highness..”