Ingrid looked up at the towering buildings that loomed above them, her gaze tracing the details of the architecture. Though she had passed by this bustling city a few times before, she had never truly taken in its beauty.
Caym observed Ingrid's awe with a fond smile. "Stay close, my love," he murmured, his voice soft but firm as he gently squeezed Ingrid's hand.
Ingrid's lips curved into a warm smile as she leaned closer to Caym, wrapping her arms around his in a gesture of closeness. "This close, Sir?" she asked, her voice tinged with playful amusement as she nestled against him.
Caym looked at her with a raised brow and a smirk. "Delightful. But can you maintain that as we walk?" he asked.
Ingrid glared at him playfully. "Dear knight, I'll cling to you like a vine," she replied, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm as she tightened her grip on his arm.
