A month has passed since you last saw him.
You were forcing yourself to smile despite it all, but some days, you just manage to curve your lips a little without the smile reaching your eyes.
You were planting some root crops when you heard horses' hooves approaching the convent.
You lifted your head to the summer sun and were shocked to see a dozen of the royal horses parked before the convent.
You know they were of the monarchy since their saddle seats were made from the finest leathers and beside them were the finest gentlemen in all the land, well at least that is what they say... for they are from the Royal Navy, the hailed heroes of the recently concluded war.
What are they doing here?
Before your mind can function, you saw him walking towards you. Paris.
Then he kneeled down before you and kissed the back of your hand.
Suddenly, the uniformed officers of the Royal Navy likewise kneeled and bowed down their heads before you.
What the hell is going on?