He was known as the Rohan the Red, a fearsome warrior who led his clan to victory in many battles. His hair was like a flame, his eyes were like embers, and his body was like a weapon. He had no equal in strength, skill, or courage. He was admired by men, desired by women, and feared by enemies.
She was the daughter of the king, a beautiful princess. Her hair was like gold, her eyes were like sapphires, and her voice was like a song. She had no choice in love, duty, or destiny. She was envied by women, adored by men, and obeyed by subjects.
She softened towards him as she saw him in a different light. She admired his bravery and honour, not as an enemy but as a hero.
But their love was doomed from the start, for they belonged to different worlds.
He gave her a necklace of pearls, a token of his love. She gave him a ring of gold, a symbol of her faith. They kissed one last time and swore to never forget each other.
He left with tears in his eyes, she stayed with a broken heart.