The warm light from the lantern shone through the small cabin window, gently lighting up the room. Seraphina sat on the edge of the wooden table, her legs swinging back and forth as Jasper walked in, carrying a basket filled with bread, dried meats, and fresh fruits.
"You know," she began with a playful lilt in her voice, "if you keep this up, I might start to think you enjoy taking care of me, Jasper."
Jasper smirked, setting the basket down with practised care. "Only because I'm duty-bound, milady," he teased, glancing at her. "A knight must see to the well-being of his charge."
Sera groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Must you always call me that? 'Milady' this, 'milady' that… Do you call everyone you meet milady?"
"Only those who demand my undying loyalty," he replied smoothly, pulling a chair closer to the table. "Besides, it suits you."
She gave him a pointed look, leaning forward slightly. "You mean it annoys me."
