Sylvester eyed the man. With his black hair, tall build and confident face, he could already feel that this was a defiant man with his own plans.
'Does he wish to marry her and become the Baron one day?' He wondered and seriously contemplated what to do with him.
"Let's move then, my lord," Baroness called him with much lust in her voice.
Sylvester kept his game going and moved his horse to her side as close as possible. "The town in front of your castle is so clean, my lady. It's often rare to find such fine places."
She smiled proudly. "That's because of my management, Lord Bard. I love cleanliness more than anything, and the punishment for littering in the town is getting their hands chopped. After one or two cases, all the people strictly follow the rules."
Sylvester didn't like her policy, but he had to praise her for winning her over. Though he kept his senses high to ensure that he always knew she was telling the truth.
