Jogging around the mountains, he sought you, aware that you had heard the prophecy dictating his marriage to another. The wind carried your scent, unveiling your location, as if he had long held you in an embrace, becoming an expert at knowing you.
Approaching slowly, a hint of hesitation in his steps, he gently poked your cheek, grinning roguishly. "It's said that a ride can help clear the mind." In an attempt to lighten the mood, his tone wavered with skittishness. Despite harboring deep anger towards the Temple, his eyes revealed a mix of anguish and regret for this.
He gently held your hand, feather-light caresses on its back, slow and tender, seeking to alleviate the pain in your heart. "Do you want to take a ride?" His voice, low and rough, held a fond tone as his eyes eagerly sought yours. The gentle mountain breeze somehow enveloped both of their hearts, burdened with pain.