"Aren't you scared?"
Visha raised her right brow as Lorenzo quieted down. Since she tripped on the back, the cloak hood that was concealing her face fell off. Her green eyes stared through his blue eyes. The more he peered at her eyes, the more he felt like drowning. He finally could see her face clearly.
Her face was flawless. She embraced the aura of elegant woman although her age was still at eighteen. She appeared as the wife of Marquis, Marchioness. The mature woman who would back up her husband in every way. "Young Lady, a mere dagger never scares me"
Lorenzo smirked when he felt the tip of blade aiming at his stomach. "What about a strike?" the girl asked. Her query was difficult for the man to understand. He narrowed his eyes. But before he could ask, Visha hit her head with his head. Causing him to squeeze his eyes.
