Chapter 9: The Meet

FRANCESCA

I was right. There was someone behind the tree. It was a man and he was walking slowly towards me, his green eyes fixed on me. I stared right back at him, surprised to see a human being in the woods.

Since I found myself here, I had not come in contact with any human except Madam Creese so it was quite shocking yet pleasing to see someone else.

I watched him, my eyes taking in his appearance as he approached me slowly. He was dressed in rags just as I was — I guess he was dressed worst. His tunic was ripped by the side and the brown breeches he wore were torn.

From his dirty and bruised feet, I could tell he had been walking a lot. Was he a wanderer? Did he even have a roof over his head?

I pulled my eyes from his feet back to his face and my heart skipped a bit at the beauty that was now standing a few feet away from me.

He had full brows and long lashes. His nose was long and pointed and his full lips were a sensuous sight: they were a light shade of pink; the cup