The Knight Who Fell for the Dragon

Alistair stood in the living room of the cabin, looking outside he could see the snow falling lightly. The summit of the mountains remaining cold enough for snow to fall even in the summer season. The cool air of the cabin was a welcome relief to the unwavering heatwave that had swept through Crocus earlier that week, Alistair always having preferred winter over summer as the heat always made it uncomfortable when he wore his armor on duty. The brief weekend he would spend in this cabin would bring far more than a chance to escape the blistering heat but also a chance to spend time with the woman who had stolen his heart a little less than a year ago. He turned to see Carwen sitting in the kitchen, her hand in a sack of deer jerky she'd no doubt procured from the cupboard while he was taking a look around the place while doing his best to avoid prying into things as they were simply being allowed to stay here by Carwen's friend and her husband. Walking into the kitchen he placed a chaste kiss on the cheek of his girlfriend before sitting down beside her, "Do remind me to thank your friends next time we meet this. This cabin is truly lovely, so what does this weekend entail? You were the one who invited me after all." He asked, curious as to why Carwen would the two of them completely isolated from others for a whole weekend. Many things crossed his mind of course but he would never know if his ideas were correct until his beloved confirmed them.