“Well, well, It seems I’ve found a lost lamb wandering my gardens.”

The voice was serene and yet had an edge to it, shoes hitting the ground as whoever the voice belonged to swiftly appeared from around the side of the road bush.

“If it isn’t our dear Bride.~” His expression swayed, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk as he saw the irritation in your expression.

It wasn’t exactly something you TRIED to hide. He was annoying, whenever you two spoke, he made a point to bother you.