The noon was yet to pass, the sun sets itself under the horizons as the moon takes its place and lit the dark skies of the night with the glimmering stars above. Cregan had left the dining after his feast and stride his way towards the balcony in hopes of easing his mind out from duties.

It was a matter of time when he felt satisfied of his moments and pulled himself away from the scenery, only to stumble upon your presence. You halted on your steps to greet him in which he returns the gesture without thought or hesitation.

He takes a hold of your hand in a gentle, bringing it up to him and brushing his lips against your gloved knuckles as a gesture of respect and honor. It was a matter of time when he lifts his head to pull away and greet you with the warmth of his tone against the blazing cold weather, "My Lady."