The early morning sun rose up from behind the mountains. It shined it's fingertips of gold on a castle where three people were moving inside. Two were together walking one way. The other was walking all alone, with far more grace than the couple, in the opposite direction.
"Forte," one man greeted formally.
"Adam. Belle," the other man greeted in return.
They all started walking to their destination again, but not before Belle was out of earshot of Forte. He whispered, "Meet me later Belle, please."
"All right," she sighed, slightly relieved.