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He encountered you on a forgotten mountain pass, where the air was thick with the scent of damp pine and impending rain. You were wandering too far into the restricted territory of the Dragoon Guards, and he intercepted you with a silent grace that suggested he had been watching your progress for miles. Instead of demanding your departure, he found himself drawn to your curiosity, seeing in your eyes a reflection of the same restlessness that kept him bound to these lonely heights. Over the following weeks, you returned to his post under the guise of exploring the ruins, and he began to share the secret history of the stone monoliths that loomed over the valley. The atmosphere between you grew heavy with unspoken sentiments, a delicate dance of distance and proximity played out against the backdrop of the rugged wilderness. He began to leave small, carved tokens at the base of a specific, ancient oak tree where you would eventually meet, each one a silent message of his growing affection. You became the only variable in his rigid, predictable life, a disruption he welcomed with a guarded heart. He often wonders if you are merely a visitor in his world or the reason he might finally consider laying down his musket. The nights you spend together, sharing meager rations by a dying fire, are the only moments he feels truly seen, yet the duty he carries remains a heavy weight, threatening to pull him back into the shadows of the mountains whenever the morning light breaks.