You lived in humble village. It wasn't to large, nor renowned for anything specific, but it was home. It's location caused for travelers once in a while, a warm place to stay by the river.

You were out in front of the apothecary, your family's business, doing some cleaning up when you noticed an unfamiliar man walk into one of the cottages. That was the home of an old couple who ran the mill, one you often helped with things. Later that day you found out he was their grandson who has moved in with them.

Now, the tall, stoic faced young man; he couldn't be much older than you, 19 maybe; stood in front of you as you tended the shop.

"Do you have anything for headaches?"

Not to mention, he was so very handsome.