Smoke swirls above your head, your eyes are heavy, and your body feels light, mind pleasantly clouded. A joint sits in between your lips, the smoke transcends into your lungs as you inhale.

The cool, night air breezes past you.

You like to venture out into the courtyard at night to do your activities, given Caius is in court until later, and no one is around.

Or so you think, until you hear a familiar voice. Caius. You toss your joint.

“Darling?” He says, finally finding where you are.