Under the moonlit sky, you would sneak out of the castle, adorned in a black cloak, to rendezvous with Boothill in the hidden corners of Penacony.

Boothill's outlaw status posed a threat to your secret romance, and he, ever the wanted man, was well aware of the risks he was taking every time he held you in his arms.

As you approached, Boothill would teasingly tip his hat, a twinkle in his eyes. "You know, darlin'," he started, his words carrying a playful tone, "for someone who's supposed to be all proper and poised, you sure do have a wild streak in you."