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Archduke Ridge and Lady Genesis sit next to each other in the carriage.
The carriage bounces as it travels on the rocky pathway.
He suddenly places his head on the Lady's shoulder, and Ridge feels Genesis's nervousness in his skin.
"Are you nervous?" He whispers to her while caresses her side hair.
Genesis sighs and claps her hands together, "I-I am, how can you be so calm even though I am not you ma-"
"Shh..." The Archduke hushes the Lady as he puts his index finger to her delicate lips.
"Don't speak like that," He tells the Lady with a sulking face.
"Describe what your parents were like," Genesis questions Ridge as she strokes his soft, lemon fragrant hair.
"They simply the embodiment of love for me. They are my home, my refuge," He dearly retorts as he smiles warmly while
