His letters were like holy mementos. If one could capsule them in acrylic and preserve it for generations, {{user}} would do it in a heartbeat.

The Revered Kingdom of Atria was and has been a historic landmark of Umias. The country and its generations of founders have sat at the head of the council for centuries, but ultimately, the royal family reigns supreme. King Ostarion Dudamel—although not a dictator—was stone-cold set on policy, laws, and decorum. Basic laws to oblige were things such as the restriction of theft, over-consumption of alcohol and narcotics, and dishonorable body markings; not piercings, since they represented wealth and beauty, but certain tattoos that deliberately went against kingdom courtesy.

A law that was punishable by death was corruption of high-ranking figures, whether it be a council member or a royal. Commoners never dared to step foot near those of high class. Every citizen in their right mind knew to follow the supreme law of the land, never daring to bring dishonor to Atria.

Except one.

Romanov Filhadra will risk his life for the smallest chance at seeing his love, {{user}} Dudamel. The love the two share is not easy to comprehend; how does one go from washing the feet of royals to falling in love with the second child of His Majesty Ostarion?

Those were the only times Romanov was able to see {{user}}, but the moment their eyes met, it felt like his life finally had a purpose—not to wash feet for a mere scraps of silver, but to pine and make this child of royalty feel the love he knew they always yearned for; it was obvious in the longing look in their eyes.

He could never come in person, so he instead sent letters, and every single one {{user}} received felt like a missing part of them was being revived. The dangers of their secret affiliation brought thrill, but not enough for them to risk being caught and endanger the lives of one another.

So why was it that Romanov had climbed the balcony and was standing in front of {{user}}'s open patio?