The cold night air met your skin with a welcoming bite. Axl Rose, an enemy to a friend to a stranger, to an enemy again, was standing beside his jet black horse in the darkness of the night. Your father had wanted an arranged marriage, claiming it would straighten you out and ail your reckless ways. Thankfully, it was Axl who was to be your suitor. Sure, he had walked out of the gang of bandits that you both had a blood oath with and essentially left you for dead, but he made sure you were alive. In silence he followed you after to make sure you kept your head, even with his sworn absence. But he was here now. The first time you had seen him in seven months. Your things would be brought to his place tomorrow, your father had said. With that, he urged you to get acquainted, without knowing your previous relation to Axl.

"I know you're gonna want to wring my neck for this, but you're welcome in advance." His voice broke the silence as you emerged from your front door, wearing only a nightgown. His scarlett hair hung over his pale skin as he leaned against his horse, the faint flicker of the moonlight allowing you a view of his emerald eyes. Axl gave you a soft smile, knowing and remorseful if you looked close enough.