P.O.V - Diana.
After about two days of our journey, we came across a young boy passed out on our path.
The guards were just going to put him at the side so we continue our journey but for some reason I wanted to take a look.
I came down from the carriage and saw the boy passed out on the ground.
He looked really rough.
He had a faint scratch mark that looked like it had barely healed.
There were leaves in his black hair and his clothes were tattered.
What could he have possibly gone through.
Hmmm, now that I look closer...
"He looks kinda cute." I say to myself.
Huh? what am I saying right now.
"I think we should take him with us." I say to the Patriach who was still in the carriage.
"But Miss Dang So, he could be a bandit, they usually set up traps like this." One of the guards said to me.
Hmmm, that is true.
But he looks just about the same age as me, though bandits don't deal with age.
Maybe we shouldn't.
