|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
The next morning, we continued our journey.
Lorenzo decided to stay and ride in my carriage. I’ll spend my time with our usual conversation. We’ll start with random topics, then he’ll share once again his experiences on the battlefield, and then we would end up talking about society and politics.
As much as I hated the topic about the latter, somehow, hearing explanations from Lorenzo about this and that, made me understand a little bit about how politics works.
“Do I even look intimidating to you?” I asked with my one brow shot up. Our topic quickly changed from politics into finding out who’s more intimidating between us. Of course, I told him I would surrender in our little contest right away, since I don’t stand a chance against him even if we aske
