Nostalgia

"So I'll find you at the border, and we'll start off as planned," I tell Roman, who stands nearby, his expression serious. It's early morning, the sun barely rising, and only three hours ago, Noelle expressed his desire to leave immediately. Now, here we are in the stables, preparing to embark on our journey. Noelle insists on riding horseback; he claims a carriage is too slow. I can't help but smile at his determination. Anything for my beloved.

"Understood," Roman replies, nodding. His loyalty has always been unwavering, and I trust him to keep our plans intact.

I mount the horse behind Noelle, wrapping my arms around his waist. The warmth of his body against mine is comforting, even as the cool night air bites at our skin. I tighten my grip on the reins, feeling the powerful animal beneath us shift with impatience.