Hannah was so thrilled at Arnold's concession that she was over the moon. Holding onto Arnold, she implored him to swear, "If someday you stop liking me or get tired of me and want to replace me, you must find someone prettier than me."
Arnold frowned and muttered, "What kind of oath is this?"
She playfully shook his arm, cooing sweetly with her soft, petite voice, "Will you say it?"
After a moment of silence, Arnold caved into Hannah's gentle persuasion, and in his first-ever promise, he acceded to her bizarre and laughable request.
To Hannah, this vow was a treasure, and she cozied up to Arnold, her arms, as white and delicate as lily roots, tightly wrapped around his waist.
Her loose, fine hair grazed his neck, sending a tingling sensation down his spine as her warm breath brushed past his earlobe while she spoke.
