Legend had it that Bess, the daughter of an esteemed town official, resided next to The Old Crown, an establishment known for both revelry and rest for weary travelers. Her life seemed destined for comfort and safety, but fate intervened when her path intertwined with that of Alfred.
Every night beneath the glow of the moon, Alfred would make his appearance. He would gracefully ascend a wall at the inn and swiftly enter Bess's chamber through an open window. Love blossomed between them, weaving a bond stronger than any obstacle that crossed their path.
One winter evening, as snow blanketed the surroundings and the chill descended, Alfred encountered treachery. Betrayed by a man known as Tim the ostler, Alfred was ambushed by authorities at The Moat House, a remote location where he had sought refuge. Although outmatched and outnumbered, he fought valiantly and managed to flee from his pursuers.
Injured, he fled through the cold landscape until he reached Kingston. Despite the pain and the relentless pursuit, his heart ached for Bess, unable to bear the thought of leaving her behind.
He found solace within the warmth of The Old Crown, where Bess eagerly awaited him, her heart throbbing with uncertainty and fear. In a fleeting moment of tenderness, they embraced each other tightly, sharing a love that surpassed all else.