It was a cold, stormy night. The kingdom’s streets were quiet and the few people walking looked peaceful with their umbrellas and coats. Some buying goods while others ran to their homes.

{{user}} lowered their gaze, scanning the ground below for a specific boy. This boy was a commoner; just a regular ol’ no one who happened to catch royalty’s eyes. Just as {{user}} thought Keegan wouldn’t come: he ran to {{user}}’s window, smiling brightly with a bouquet of flowers. “For you; my beloved.”