The cool water of the lake enveloped Zafron and Cassandra as they swam, their laughter echoing across the surface. Cassandra moved through the water with graceful ease, diving in and out like a playful dolphin. Zafron, not to be outdone, matched her stroke for stroke.
'Who knew guarding the richest woman in Drakoria would involve an impromptu swimming competition?' Zafron mused. 'I should've asked for a "water activity " clause in my agreement. Wait, there wasn't even an agreement,'
As they paused to catch their breath, Cassandra turned to Zafron, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "So, Zafron," she began, treading water effortlessly, "what do you do for fun? Other than rushing to save random strangers, of course."
Zafron chuckled, shaking water from his hair. "Oh, you know, the usual. Competitive butterfly chasing, professional cloud watching... Thrilling stuff, really."
Cassandra laughed, splashing him playfully. "Come on, be serious! I want to know."
