"I'm glad you're alive..."
Those were the words that spilled from the knight's lips. Celina had no idea who this stranger was, but his emotions were pure. He genuinely seemed worried about her.
But again... who the hell was he?
She took a cautious step back.
"I don't know who you are" she said.
He adjusted his sword and knelt, placing one hand on his chest in a respectful gesture.
"I am Rowan Voss Whitmore, presently the third Prince's escort to the academy"
"Shouldn't you go do your job and stop prying into my private life?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"If you don't mind, I'd like a word"
"I don't have a word to give to you" she clutched her bag and brushed past him, but Rowan didn't give up. He followed her through the streets as she made her way back to the Inn.
"...I'll give you whatever you want. I only need a minute with you" he kept saying for the past ten minutes.
Celina ignored him, and he remained persistent.
