Seraphina Von Lyma found herself standing before the very man who had rescued her from the cruel clutches of the bandits.
The figure that met her gaze was a far cry from the image she'd constructed in her mind.
The man she faced was younger than she expected, an aura of unmistakable confidence surrounding him.
Benard had been full of praise for him, recounting in vivid detail the numerous feats he'd accomplished in securing her freedom. As she looked into the eyes of her savior, she was struck with a profound sense of gratitude. This man, this young adventurer, had risked everything for her safety.
Her gaze took in his somewhat weary features, seeing past the casual posture to the underlying strength within.
She had been told of his refusal of immediate reward, his insistence that her wellbeing was the priority above all else.
