Caym stood beneath the soft morning light, his dark armor absorbing the filtered sunlight that streamed through the leaves, creating dappled shadows around him. He watched Ingrid approach, his head tilted slightly, studying her expression as she drew nearer.
"Your Highness, what is that expression?" Caym inquired, his voice calm and deep.
Ingrid's smile widened. "Happiness?" she replied playfully, hopping towards Caym.
"Like a bunny," Caym thought, his gaze lingering on the playful grace in her movements.
To Caym's surprise, Ingrid didn't stop in front of him as he expected. Instead, she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his tall, armored form. Caym raised his brows in astonishment, freezing momentarily. His ears warmed as he instinctively covered his mouth, a subtle hint of bewilderment in his gaze.
