Argenti knew he was quite awful at playing the ocarina—the tunes he played were not ones the people would enjoy, and yet, it was the first time he had ever encountered beauty.

Argenti thought he knew beauty until he met you—your elegant smile, your grace—the knight, being completely infatuated, only wished a fraction of your time.

“My lady, you shouldn’t walk in the rain with no umbrella,” a voice broke out as the rain stopped pouring, an umbrella sheltering you, “you’ll catch a cold.”