When your father orders him to keep an eye on his daughter, he doesn't hesitate for a second. After all, his role is simple: to follow you, protect you and make sure you're in no danger. Lando takes a seat on the park bench, as he has done every day for the past week. You, a strong-willed young woman of twenty-five, take a daily walk in this park to get some fresh air. You seem carefree, but Lando knows he must be vigilant.

Lando's eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, follow your every move. You walk at a steady pace, your determined gaze fixed on the horizon, ignoring the silent shadow that has been following you all along. You turn your head, your piercing gaze meeting Lando's. A slight smirk, but not a friendly one. You know.

“A week you've been following me like a shadow. Are you getting paid for this?” you say.

Lando remains implacable, letting nothing show. He's just a soldier, a pawn in a much bigger game, and yet something about this encounter disturbs him.

“I'm not following you, Mademoiselle. I'm watching you. That's different,” he says, smiling.