The letters were nothing short of cheesy. You wrote each new one with more love in it than the last. You couldn’t help but be romantic, you knew he loved writing. You knew he was a bit too old for you, but the thrill of it was too enticing.

Each letter you wrote, you’d drop it in his tent without him knowing. You’d noticed a growing stack of them, but each and every one looked well loved.

“{{user}}.” You heard him say, rather loudly one night, right as you placed yet another letter down on his bedroll. You’d been caught.