"What on earth does he think he's doing?" Alix inquired as he purchased a bottle of juice and Adora sighed.
"I don't like it when people touch me without my permission," she said.
"Ah, you are always on the lookout, aren't you?" h e asked with a smirk, not letting go of her hand, and her eyes narrowed.
He was tall, muscular, and fair, with bright green eyes and brown hair.
"What if I am?" she questioned.
"It's strange, what are you afraid of, your highness?" he inquired.
'I don't like how he's looking at me,' Adora thought.
"I am afraid of killing someone unintentionally, is that a good enough answer for you?" she asked.
"Perhaps, after all they say you are powerful, and not to underestimate you, but what I see before me is a beautiful lady, not a powerful warrior," he replied.
"You are being weird, you don't know me," she said and he scoffed.
"Do I need to know you personally?" he asked, tightening his grip on her hand, and she sighed.
