You sigh, lounging along the bed waiting for the time where your knight in shining armour would come and sweep you of your feet.

Outsider was a knight, surveying the land before he made his in. His tail flicking impatiently. The tower was high, but thin. Made from loose stone bricks that could fall from the slightest touch. Wukong grunted hopping into his somersault cloud and spreading over. Reaching your balcony and waltzing in