He moved to step forward, but the old gentleman stood up to stop him. "Calm down, my good man. She's just a child..."
The little girl, however, stood her ground. She simply lifted her chin, her dark eyes devoid of fear. Instead, they held a serene calm as she watched the man, whose face was flushed red with shame and anger.
"Who dares lecture my daughter."
A calm voice rang out. It wasn't loud, but it had a strange, Piercing quality that instantly cut through all the noise in the carriage.
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw two more people boarding the carriage.
The speaker was a remarkably young-looking man with a handsome, refined face, fair skin, and black hair and eyes. If not for his unnaturally calm eyes, which seemed to hold wisdom far beyond his apparent age, one might have mistaken him for a boy of sixteen or seventeen.
Following right behind him was an equally young-looking woman with blonde hair.
