The temple courtyard bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun, casting a warm and serene ambiance over the scene. Tall trees, their leaves gently rustling in the breeze, surrounded the courtyard.
Ingrid sat on a stone bench, appreciating the quiet beauty of the surroundings. Caym stood beside the bench, his arms crossed, his gaze attentive to the surroundings.
"Are you not going to sit, Grand Commander?" Ingrid inquired, looking up at Caym.
"A knight cannot dare sit down in the presence of royalty," Caym replied, maintaining his stoic stance.
Ingrid chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But you've already kissed this royalty," she teased, raising an eyebrow.
Caym's ears reddened slightly, a subtle sign of embarrassment, but his face remained calm. "To my defense, it was Your Highness who kissed me," he retorted, his tone composed despite the playful banter.
