The final, vivid red hues of sunlight lingered as if reluctant to give way to the onset of dusk. All the while, hand in his, the daughter of kings lay against the farmers' son in the first vestiges of their newfound relationship.

"And I, with you."

Ashe looked upon him with tenderness, gratitude even, meaning to convey her own happiness firstly through her eyes. Never had she imagined love would come to her again, but... as Rasler had wished it for her, so had it found a way to blossom, opened to Delita, with whom she felt so deep a connection.

"May it be the first of many."