"What do you want to talk about?" Reynand asked as he stepped down into the castle's main garden.
"Aren't you being too cold? What kind of knight leads a princess outside on such a chilly night?"
Reynand smirked. "You could spend days sleeping in the forest without proper attire and still slay a hundred monsters just fine. This chilly air in Valloria is nothing compared to the sea wind you're used to sailing through."
"Ugh… your words are sharper than your blade," Trisha teased, giving him a playful yet disapproving look.
"Is it about the Red and White Moonstone?" Reynand asked impatiently.
"Relax… Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Don't you know what time it is?"
Stepping closer, Trisha caressed Reynand's shoulder, trailing her fingers up to his collarbone with a seductive look.
"Why? Are we not bound to marry?"
Before her hand could wander any further, Reynand swiftly caught it and brushed it aside, looking completely unbothered.
