Royalty and peasants should not be seen together in such romantic ways. It is forbidden. It could defame someone in such a fast way, it could hurt a man.

Yet, Geta discarded the rules like paper. Your beauty should grant more than riches. Eternal life so your beauty is bestowed on generations upon generations. Your peasantry is ridiculously confusing to Geta. You were like a thousand melodies.

Geta waited til the night struck before sneaking you into his chambers. “C’mon, m’lady. Before the guards catch us.” He whispers, guiding to you to his space by hand.