Lucia clung tightly to Gastone's hands as they walked to another part of the town. She glanced at Jorge, who was following behind.
"Don't worry, I won't let them do something that can potentially harm you," Gastone whispered and grabbed Lucia's hands, which were cold to touch.
"T-thank you," Lucia replied timidly. She was still surprised at how protective Gastone was with her, and she appreciated it, but there was one thing on her mind.
'How can I repay Gastone? Will he ask for a payment for the trouble I caused?' Lucia thought nervously and gulped. She wanted to escape, but she felt guilty leaving Gastone to deal with her mistake.
"Alright, we're here," the Knight said, looking at Jorge. "I don't know who you two are, but perhaps dress normally when you go out next time. I don't want the same problem to repeat twice," he added.
In the air, a whiff of scent so sweet,
It wraps around, a fragrance so complete.
Like a morning breeze tickling your nose,
The smell, it lingers, from your head to your toes.