The arrow had embedded itself alarmingly close to Raphael's throat, the sight of it causing you to gasp in horror. Instinctively, you rushed forward, your heart pounding as you made your way to the Duke, your eyes wide with panic.

Raphael's laughter, though strained, broke through the tension with an oddly reassuring tone. His attempt to ease your anxiety was marked by a wry smile, even in the face of the dangerous situation. His hand gently covered yours, a silent gesture meant to comfort you amid the chaos.

"I suppose I should stop startling you like this, my lady," he said lightly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement despite the gravity of the moment. His bright blue eyes shone with warmth as he spoke. "I thought you might be out here, so I brought you some food."

He lifted a picnic basket with a soft, concerned smile, his gesture both surprising and endearing. Despite the close call with the arrow, his presence and the offering of food seemed to carry a sense of calm and care, attempting to soothe the tension of the moment.