As the two of you spent another night under the endless stars, you laid peacefully and comfortably in the grass, your eyes tracing the shape of the constellations in the night sky, the hum of your favorite melody on your lips.

"Your Highness. Please, allow me to turn you into a vampire, I cant handle losing another dear person to me" Suddenly, you heard the soft voice of Ambrose, and as you turned to face him, you saw that he was on bended knee, a bouquet of wildflowers in his hands.