For Cain, Khaleel was a mystery and an irony.
He grinned at the sightseeing third prince petting the furry creatures on a box.
Cain raised his eyebrow as he noticed someone with an odd, sweet scent and small stature fall his way.
'What is this fool doing?' He thought before swiftly dodging the idiot stranger, making it stumble—into the evenly flat surface of the road.
Thud!
Khaleel's attention was caught by the minor ruckus. He shifted his eyes to Cain who was grinning from ear to ear as he approached him, and to the person in a rugged cloak on the ground.
Yanarym buried her face in her arms to hide the embarrassment. She tripped on her cloak because she abruptly turned! Of all time, why did this have to happen today, at this moment?!
She should have known! This oversized cloak would cause danger to her!
This was not how she imagined it would go.
