Midday. All the writers and workers in Enthrone Publishing are taking their lunch breaks. The cafeteria is filled with chatter and laughter. Other writers go in the garden, enjoying the peace and quiet. Others were on the rooftop, enjoying the view of the city while eating their lunches.
Verona took her lunch box and went to the empty pavilion under multiple willow trees. No one else would be in the pavilion for some reason. She thought maybe the people would feel lonely when they eat here. The pavilion is isolated from every other resting place in Enthrone Publishing.
It was like the pavilion was purposely set apart from the rest of the place. It was surrounded by waters where couples of swans swim around quietly.
"Aren't you feeling lonely, my dear?" A familiar voice reached Verona's ears. She turned around to see Tristan with his mask on. "Why do you eat your lunch here every day?"
Verona tilted her head to Tristan. "I like the shade here and it feels so comforting somehow. Why are you here? It would be a topic for the News Station Spies to see their boss being so close with his employee writer in public." She joked as she chewed on her warm burrito.
Tristan could only roll his eyes as he laughed. "Oh, the Spies are gonna write about us, alright. We're gonna get married soon, it'll be a hype for the public." He stated.
Verona shook her head in disbelief and held out her burrito for him. Tristan leaned in and took a bite from her burrito, chewing happily. "A lot of women will be so disappointed after they read that article. Their beloved dream boy is going to marry a commoner." She continued as she ate another bite of her burrito. "...a nobody." She whispered.
A cold breeze swpt her hair to the side. Tristan examined her expression with great concern. 'Does she really think of this relationship that way?' He thought as he look at her eat away her lunch. "Well...this dream guy is marrying his dream girl." Tristan approached Verona closer. "My title means nothing to me if I can't have the love of my life."
Verona was caught off guard. The aristocrats and the nobles live for their titles. She looked at Tristan who was saying such words so carelessly. Verona knows that without money and status, they both can't live a good life.
Since the war that happened not too long ago, it was a sign for the people of the lower class watch their mouths and actions when they are in public.
If Verona could compare her relationship, it would be like a Romeo and Juliet kind. Aristocrats and noblemen don't just marry commoners and poor people. They just can't because they don't want to ruin their reputation. They did not want to lose the respect of other aristocrats.
This wasn't an implicated rule, a command from the king to obey or a written order but just an understanding that came out of nowhere.
Verona looked at Tristan with a worried look. "Tristan..." She took a step backward. "You know what happens if you do marry me."
Tristan's eyes looked at hers with sadness. His aching heart was hurt. "I know what you mean, Verona. I don't care about what others say!" He said as he hurried his way toward her, trapping her in the corner of the pavilion. "I love you..." He whispered with hurt in his voice, making Vanessa feel guilty about what she said.
Tristan looked at her in the eyes. "Do you have doubt?"