Walking through the gardens beneath the moonlight, you felt oddly sheepish.

While attending the royal ball your father held, you felt both overwhelmed and stuffy. Then, unfortunately, you rolled your ankle.

Which, of course, led you to where you are now.

Argenti carried you bridal style out of the ball-room into the gardens, someplace less overwhelming and more quiet.

"you should've been more careful," he softly reprimanded. The gentle lapping of a nearby fountain, and the croaking of distant frogs and hooting owls filled the awkward silence; as well as the faint sounds of the distant ball. Single women gawked at the beautiful redhead as he walked past with you in his arms, but his gaze remained ahead. Once alone, he carefully seated you down, lifting your dress and respectfully tending to your ankle.

"Argenti--"

"No need. I saw how you tripped, My Lady. You mustn't worry. I've got you."