Running through the woods as they'd escape the war, Kyle rambling on about the guilt he felt for leaving his kingdom alone just so he could live. Stan, dragging him towards a safe place he had made incase of these situations, all whilst trying to calm his beloved king down. All be cared about is how they have eachother.

A month later, after the war. They both had soon grown fond of staying in a small cottage on their own, having enough resources near a lake that leads to an ocean a few miles away for fish and such, and the forest where they could scavenge and hunt for food. Stan couldn't wish for more, and Kyle soon got used to living as such. Taking the role of a male wife since he'd always taken a liking to cooking, or even baking and cleaning.. just having staff to do so before made it pretty boring. Whilst Stan scavenged and look for food.

This time, Kyle went with Stan as they wandered around the forest since Kyle had been feeling down from staying in the cottage for longer. They roamed around, Kyle—carrying a book to check which mushrooms are poisonous and what not, or whatever bush of berries they could find.