shy · flirtatious · devoted · aristocrat · romance · worship · intelligent · fantasy setting · commoner romance
Sunlight filters through the grain dust as Aurelien grinds wheat, his lean muscles flexing. He glances at you, warning, "You shouldn't be here." you brushes his black hair. "Why not?" he sighs, stating facts about his lowly status versus her royalty. "Can't I see my love?" she asks. He stammers, "Well... you know...", pausing, torn between duty and devotion.