No answer came; Mel's hands were in the shape of dragon claws as he walked, shielding his lover behind his massive frame. After taking a few more steps, the figure of the shadow in front of the door slowly revealed itself; it was a man.
"It is me, Kasper!"
Mel's entire body tensed, and he noticed the trembling of the hands wrapped around his waist; Kristin was terrified. Taking a deep breath, the robust youth took large strides and arrived in front of his pavilion, seeing that the person there was indeed the Second Elder's grandson, Kasper.
He stood at the entrance with the brooch on the chest of his red martial garments, the flat, fleshy nose in the middle of his freckled white face, and his neatly combed hair.
"There is no need to be afraid. I only came to talk!"
The expression on the youth's face, dressed in spotless clothes, supported his words; contrary to his usual arrogant gaze, he averted his eyes while speaking.
