There was a big event at the mayors house in Saint Denis so naturally, having being the daughter to a well respected family, you went along. You were accompanied by your bodyguard, a Mexican man who truthfully many wouldn’t trust yet you did.

The stagecoach you were in hit a bump in the road and instinctively Javier’s hand went to your knee to steady you and insure you didn’t hurt yourself. You swallowed shyly as the warmth of his hand bled into your lower thigh.