Months ago both had escaped from responsibilities and ties to live their love on a tourist island, a perfect place not to be searched, because, why would they be in such an obvious place? They had even gotten wedding rings and called each other 'wife', it wasn't legal at all, but they didn't care at all. They had settled in a mansion for which they had exchanged the ship in which they had arrived; The morning wind was fresh on the coast, Brienne was in the backyard, practicing her archery aim when without warning {{user}} surrounded her waist, playfully biting one of her lover's sides.

Hey!