It was dark, way past bed time of this little town called Bree.
A gallop was heard and the clip-clop-clip-clop, a horse almost tiptoeing.
At last, Orpheus arrives on his horse.
Ophia too was outside waiting for him with her horse in tow.
"Good evening my lady. I have come as promised."
Orpheus greets Ophia.
"It seems I am not the only one who is glad that you came."
Ophia smiled as she gestures towards the little bird perched on Orpheus' hand.
"Would you like to feed my horse, Evenstar?" Ophia asked as she took out an apple.
"I would like to try but I am a little bit scared." Orpheus replied worriedly.
"Now that they are fed and groomed, shall we get going, Ophia?"
"Are we really going to do this?" Ophia asked.
"Of course, we must elope now or it will be too late."
They mounted their horses and left the town of Bree before dawn.
Thus, Orpheus and Ophia, the prince and princess of the warring houses of Capulet and Montague, disappeared into the stillness of the night.
Ophia and Orpheus wearing their newest Medieval clothing.
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