It was dark outside but she was still outside in the meadow, dancing with her sisters as the moon lit the grass under their feet. A bard was at a nearby pub and the music found its' way to their ears as they danced in the moon's light, with night gowns and dancing slippers on. The youngest of the sisters, barely a woman, was riveted by the shadows that had cast themselves over a tree she would some times lay under, the shadow was taller than herself, almost as tall as the middle most sister. Wondering what it could be, she ventured over to see what could cast such a shadow, when she came to the tree line, a boy the age of her older sister, Angela, stood in front of her. He was a young man, a handful of years her senior, but much taller in height, she gazed at him, her heart wanting to join his as he offered his hand in dance. She grinned as she took his hand and began to be twirled around and dipped by the boy - no, man, her sisters saw her disappear from sight behind the trees' line and began to look for her, fearing the worst. When they found her, lips pressed with that of shadows', they screamed and ran for help, fearing that a demon of the castle had seduced her into being his bride, the couple broke apart and he held her close before conceding and falling back into the forest. Returning with soldiers, the sisters were surprised to find their youngest sister laying on the grass, eyes starstruck from the dance and kiss that had followed. She was in love with the man and wished he had stayed to make her his bride or had taken her then under the moonlight.
The others took her home, not telling their parents the scandal that had occurred that night. Young, a poet of nature, wrote a love poem to her mysterious suitor and folded it, sealing it with a kiss before drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the young man in the woods who had captured her heart.