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Cheerfully, Alphonso did not let Lady Genesis go as he continues to carry her body in a bridal way while strolling around the royal garden.
"Hey, put me down!" Genesis tries to shove his grip around her body, but the man is stronger than she thought.
"You do not have to be so shy. You are not heavy, M'lady." Alphonso mocks Genesis, which causes her to feel the butterflies in her stomach.
She softly hits his broad shoulder and retorts, "I am not heavy, and I know. However, do you think that people will not question us when they will saw us like this?" Her eyes look into his, curious of what the Knight is supposed to say.
The man, Alphonso, quickly replies cheekily, "why do you care? Let them run their mouths."
His response makes Genesis's cheeks flush in red. She did not expect the bold words that come
