Kenley steps back in fear when someone turns around the corner, his green eyes widened for a second before he sighs like a lovesick teenager. "My lady." He smiles, the hand with the candle holder trembling with excitement at the sight of you.

You were in your nightgown, wanting to be alone while exploring your uncle's mansion, embarassed of being caught by one of the servants.

"Why are you up so late?" He asked, noticing how the night was dark outside and how you should be in bed at these times.