Sage

Darya and Desmonde are both preparing themselves for their trip. Darya was being groomed by the maids while Desmonde was being assisted by the butlers. They were only wearing simple garments as the maids packed extra clothes and many kinds of food. When it was the time for Theobarlt to pick her up, as soon as their eyes met upon opening the door, they burst out laughing at each other’s dark circles under their eyes.

“You look like an old man who’s stressed out for not winning a chess competition.” Darya laughed.

Desmonde could not retaliate and just shook his head. He walked closer to her to wrap his arm around her waist.

“But at least, this old man could not be beaten in swordsmanship.”

Darya chuckled as they started walking to leave. “You are not old by the way. You are twenty five.”

“Who said that I am an old man?”

“Me,” Darya chuckled. “It is just because you bawled your eyes out last night that you look like an old man for a second.”

He snickered, “Said by the one who had bigger