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Interlude: Lucy – Part 03

Lucy quickly assessed him. Sun-kissed, light-colored short hair. A sharp, well-defined face with strong-willed eyebrows. He seemed slightly older than her. Tall, with a lean but well-toned build. His attire was the uniform of the Knight Guard, a public service force in the Independent Trade City. She figured out his occupation in no time at all. Good. But she didn’t understand why he was carrying a sword at a marriage meeting.

She gathered this much from a single look. What puzzled her was the sour expression on his face. He looked annoyed. Why? She had no idea. But it didn’t matter. Lucy rose to her feet and strode over to him.

They faced each other at close range, exchanging sharp, unromantic glares.

Lucy, just as displeased as he was, opened her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” they both said at the same time.

“But I’d like to call off this arrangement.”