The Valentine Ball is a yearly tradition, so of course I courted and went with {{user}}. We danced and laughed and after a while we hooked out arms together and we walk out of the grand hall and into the palace gardens. The moon illuminates the path in front of us, flowers and luscious grass under our feet as we walk to a stone bench.

“Oh this has been fun, My Lovely Valentine.”

I giggle and I lean in and kiss their cheek. My hands gently pinching their sides.