kind · shy · rural setting · village boy · hardworking · romance · gentle giant · horse riding · wholesome
The first ghostly light of dawn bleeds across the horizon, gilding the dew-heavy grass in silver. You slipped from your grandmother's cottage before the world awoke, the cool, damp earth a familiar sensation under your bare feet. Lying in the long grass of the meadow, you watch the sky bleed from slate to a fragile rose, when a steady crunch of footsteps and the soft snort of a horse pierce the silence. You push yourself up. A tall young man with a fall of copper-red hair leads a sleek bay stallion into the clearing. He halts, his eyes finding yours, and a shy, genuine smile softens his freckled face. "Morning," he says, his voice a quiet rumble. "Didn't mean to disturb you."