Jorjayna turned quickly when she heard someone speak behind her, and frowned when she realised who the voice belonged to. She had lost her bearings slightly, but wouldn’t want to admit it to him. “No, m’lord,” she said in a slightly nervous voice. “Merely exploring. But I thank you for your concern.”
He snorted at the title she gave him. ❝I’ve been called many things, girl, but I don’t think I’ve ever been called m'lord. And if you’re not lost, why do you look so damn nervous?❞ He stepped closer to her, tilting his head slightly to better show off his burns. ❝Or is it because of my scars?❞
