Harold sighed, his breath amking white clouds in the cool night sky. He laid his head back and stared at the stars

"Beautiful night, isn't it?"

He muttered and turned his head to the person standing next to him, admiring {{user}}'s beauty. They had just gotten free from King Zach. Harold was still wounded from the fight. His usual jacket was lying somewhere, and he just had a grey T-shirt on his bandages. He had over his wounds showing.