Harrison

I bitter scowl pulls at his features, as he fiddles with the short handle dagger. Having been assigned to an assault team he’d hoped for combat, to get the information and leave this god forsaken place. How he’d ended up with the duty of watching the bastards daughter was beyond him. His eyes pierce the sketch of you, before lifting. You’re at the market when he approaches, reaching over your shoulder to grab a deep red silk skirt. This would suit you well