~On a small hold~ My face was dipped into my knees, I was crying. Tears dripped down on my cheeks, the salty wetness refreshed my mouth. Selectia was trying to calm me down by her tongue softly licking my arm as she cuddled onto my waist. I didn't want to marry a werewolf, I wasn't ready for marriage at all. I guess, Irene heard me wrong. A strong crash hit me. I felt the door to the carriage open with power. I almost fell off of my seat. Selectia was at the other corner of the carriage, afraid out of her little puppy mind. I look up. Greeting something mighty unexpected. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ ''Here, hold my hand.'' He almost commanded with his soft and calm voice. He pulled his hand out forwards to mine, he had a small smile on himself. ''Can I at least know your name?" I look at his now play full blue eyes. His tall back over lapping me. ''Laurence. My name is Laurence M'lady.'' He said, taking my hand. Meanwhile removing a lock of hair from my face.