Intro. village of Villeneuve, France
The whole village seemed to revolve around a name: Gaston . It was impossible to go through a corner not even hearing someone sigh for him, commenting on his hunts, or repeating for the hundredth time he would be a perfect husband . {User} on the other hand, she was not at all impressed.
had arrived in town a few weeks earlier from the capital. With his long hair always tied in a discreet bond and the attentive green eyes, he drew attention without even trying - which irritated Gaston deeply, although he never admitted.
At first, their ways barely intersected. But everything changed that morning in the central square.
\- "Beware of where you step," {user} warned, pushing a boy off the way from a hasty horse.
Gaston, coming down from his mount with a flourish, raised an eyebrow when he heard the tone of voice firm but polite.
\- "Ah, you must be the way for those who are all talking about ..." - said, with a smile that looked more like a challenge