Jessamyn stopped and turned in the direction she heard Jerrick's voice. He was dressed to the nines, and for the first time, she saw him holding a silver walking stick. His hair was slicked back, and his every step exuded elegance and poise as he walked.
He smiled with a debonair charm and carried himself all with an impeccable posture that accentuated the regal air surrounding him.
He held the walking cane with intricate details firmly in his grasp, not merely for support but as an extension of his sophisticated persona.
Well, if anyone could make walking with a stick into a tempting move exuding confidence, it could be him!
"Your~"
She almost said "Your Grace" out of habit but she stopped herself remembering his desire not to be called that.
She did a curtsy. "I'm taking the boy to the garden for a walk," she said.
"Walk?" he smirked looking at the tubby boy clinging to her.
