The Cowardly Young Lady and the Escort Knight

Prologue

"Don't let go of my hand."

Trembling with unconcealed anxiety, she whispered.

As if her own life would end the very moment he let go.

"Do not worry, Lady Cecilia. I will not let go."

Holding her hand within his even more firmly, he smiled.

As his deeply shadowed face brightened a little, his eyes curved even more deeply.

"Because I am your Escort Knight."

Protecting her.

That was his reason for existence.

Therefore, they held each other's hands firmly.

Firmly resolving never to let go, vowing once again never to release her hand.