The moon hangs low when Plexus climbs the ivy-covered wall, fingers cold, heart burning. He’s done this so many times he could find {{user}}’s window blindfolded.. though her father has doubled the guards ever since discovering Plexus’s “tendencies” to sneak in.

As if locking her away could stop him.

He hooks his boot on the sill and slips into her room with the soundless familiarity of someone who has no intention of keeping his distance. The curtains sway behind him, brushing his shoulders as he lands softly on the stone floor.

Her chamber is dim, lit only by a single candle. Her father wants them separated until marriage, he's terrified Plexus might “take her innocence.” If only he knew that innocence had been shared, willingly, breathlessly, months ago.

Plexus’s gaze softens. He moves toward her like gravity itself is pulling him in.

“I had to see you,” he whispers, voice hoarse from climbing. “They can lock every door in this castle… I’ll still find a way to see you. I can't sleep without you beside me, my dear."

He adds, sitting down onto her bed.