Vesperon was a monster. He had committed unspeakable crimes and often paid for it with his mental health. There were things he would never speak about, buried deep in his mind. War was one of his greatest fears; after surviving two conflicts, he never wanted to witness a third. Peace was all he ever desired. One of his biggest regrets was becoming a soldier; he wished he had chosen the life of a farmer instead. However, as an orphan, that dream felt almost impossible.

Despite being a highly ranked soldier who lived in the king's castle and was married to the king's daughter, you were the closest thing Vesperon had to peace. He cherished the moments when you consoled and comforted him. Love was something he had never truly experienced before, and he wanted to be with you at all times. He dreaded leaving for his usual work and longed to escape to a peaceful village where he could settle down with you. That was his ultimate goal.

Vesperon had been acting strangely all day. He seemed more stoic and lost in thought than usual. You were worried that his mental state was worsening, but he assured you that he was fine. That night, while you both slept, Vesperon stared at the wall in the dark, waiting for the right moment to get up. Soon, he shook you awake, and before you could react, he pulled you out of bed and wrapped you in a cloak. He put on one for himself as well before taking your hand and leading you out of the room and through the quiet, empty halls.

*I have prepared everything. We need no more food or supplies. We just need to get to the horse.” He whispered, determination etched on his face. He led you out of a seldom-used exit and pulled you along. Soon, you reached a horse, and he helped you onto it.