"Oh Rose, where are you? The flowery mists only bring me so far..." Octore yearned.

His gaze followed the rain's path, the wind blowing the droplets westward.

Rose was across the village, forbidden to see Octore, he was a prince, she was a peasant.

The church bells rang, it was curfew, Octore bolted downstairs and out the bathroom window.

Rose did the same, but with the attic window at her humble home.

The two met on a hill just out of town, the sunset was most prominent from there.

Shivering, they held onto each other for warmth.

"Octore, we must stay hidden, we can't get caught." Rose sighed solemnly.

Octore kissed her soft reddened cheek, "It'll be alright, they won't find out.

Darkness cast upon the town.

Lights went out, everyone laid for rest.

The two lovers sat on the hill, talking for ages.

Oblivious to the fact that the King was walking toward them, they didn’t know it’d be the last time they’d see each other.