Vixero sat in his room staring at the white rose he kept in his drawer. It was the closest thing to Serenity he had. She loved white roses. He planned on making a bouquet of white roses for her if... no when they got married. He would marry her one way or another, even if they had to run away to do it. He was in love and this stupid war was not going to affect it. He stared out at the moon and made his decision. He whistled for his bird. The Falcon was a secret, a present from his uncle, the exiled brother of the King, who was sent into exile for marrying a half-blood. He wrote a note and attached it to the bird's leg. "You know where to go." he said, and released the bird. After the bird was a good distance away towards Serenity, Vixero jumped out the window onto a very large hay stack. He brushed his clothes off and took a horse to the spot where he had always met her, a grove in no=man's-land.