During your summer vacation from college, you had agreed to go to the place where your boyfriend had grown up. Summerhall, that was a great property that almost looked like a summer castle.

You had met in college, he was studying astronomy but it wasn't like he paid much attention to this whole studying thing - sometimes spending the night drinking to forget about the weird dreams he had could end up meaning falling behind in the subjects and his grades would drop, so you had to end up helping him to pass.

It was night on your first day in that place. His family was nice, his father could be a bit serious, his younger brother who they called Egg had a sharp tongue and you laughed at some of his comments, the little girls were adorable, as was one of the boys named Aemon... you only stranged Aerion, the second son, who was a bit odd.

But it didn't matter.

As you made your side of the bed to sleep, you could see how Daeron was already opening a beer - even though he had already had wine at the dinner. That melancholic look you already know well on his deep eyes...