Ginevra looked better than ever as she walked the piers of the river harbor of Castelrosso. Her dark hair was gathered only in a braid, and several strands fell out to flutter on the wind. The sight of her eyes, gray and shining in the sun like water in the river, made Cael's heart beat faster.
A smile grew on his face. He loved looking at her in a dress, but the way her traveling suit—breeches, a collared shirt and a vest—embraced her figure made Cael's blood burn.
He wasn't the only one who noticed—Cael spotted other men stealing glances, or downright ogling. But Ginevra was all his, and if these men dared to do more than look, Cael would bleed them dry—if Ginevra didn't break them first.
"Gin!" Cael caught her in a hug and pressed tight. Her lush curves were even more pleasant to re-experience with his body than with his eyes.
Her eyes were *always* gray. But I forgot about it for… a long time. That’s why I keep notes. Sadly, I often also forget to look at them ._.
It's hard to be such a scatterbrain.