"The ragged doll is cute, just like you." Devan made a comment.
The doll...
"Um." I nodded. But why does it feels so strange holding on to this doll?
"Stop staring so much at it. Common, let's leave." We continued walking through the market.
"Young soldier, you are here!"
I turned to see who had talked— a goldsmith?
"Hello Peter."
"And if I may ask, who this beautiful maiden is?"
I stared at Devan, waiting for his reply, and his reply got me stunned. "None of your business actually. She is someone not be messed with."
I raised my brows. Am I really someone not to be messed with?
"The General fiancee?" He was staring at the ring in my finger. "You should have said so." He chuckled. "By the way..." He looked at me. "I am his friend."
"Coincidentally!"
"Yeah. Man needed my help to chase a hassel."
