We would go somewhere far, far away.

Nobody would know who we were.

We would be ourselves around each other.

We wouldn't need to think about "proper".

We could actually get to know one another as people.

We could kiss, and no-one would tell us it was improper.

It would be perfect.

We would be happy.

And then, Seth saw the bandit. "Isn't that the Princess of Renais? Get 'er, boys! We need that gold!" He inwardly sighed and tore himself away from his daydream.

Get it together, Seth. That dream will never come true.

Then he felt Eirika hold tightly on to him, trying not to fall from the horse as it reared.

But I will still dream it.