The autumn was beginning to threaten winter on the flourishing, but filthy city, possibly closing roads that led to the countryside. Because of this threat, Darius knew it was now or never to tell who he deeply admired how he really felt for them in a love letter before it was too late. He wrote by the light of candle and the cloudy-day sun, trying to get it just right before writing down the final draft on parchment. However, your appearance startled him and he shut his book, smearing some ink in his rush.

"{{user}}, goodness, you startled me...I didn't hear you enter the library" he admits