Dusk was setting fast in the horizon: orange mixed in with red and yellow undertones. The cool winter breeze caressed my skin, and I shivered. "You're cold," he said and draped his arm around my wrist, bringing me closer to the warmth of his body. Almost immediately, my body relaxed into his, and I sighed. "I wish this day would never end," I whispered defeatingly, trying to fight back the tears that were forming in my eyes. He stared off into the distance, not uttering a word. There was nothing he could say that would change our fate. Tomorrow, when morning came, he would be sent off to join his father's army, farther than he had ever been, to a land so cold that nothing ever growed there. It was punishment befitting his transgression. He was already promised to someone else—a strategic marriage set in motion when he was only a babe. An alliance that would secure his father's kingdom for good but would doom him instead. We were both victims of the gruesome game of being born into royalty. You rarely got to choose happiness. This was no exception. As the sun slowly set, I breathed in his unique scent, trying to etch it into my memory forever. I wanted to foolishly believe that I would see him again someday, that he would find his way back to me. But that was foolish sentimentality. If he somehow managed to survive the war, he would be shipped off right to his wedding ceremony, and that would be the end of all childish hopes and dreams. When the last ray of sunlight dissolved into the night sky, I turned to him. "See those stars?" I asked him, pointing to a pair of stars shining brightly together. "When everything is said and done, when we have fulfilled our earthly duties and we can leave the trappings of our mortal bodies, I will wait for you there, and we will be together." Once more, he chose silence, but a squeeze of his arm told me everything I needed to know: he too would meet me there.