"You shouldn't be out here this late."
Rosalie's blurry, tired vision could scarcely make out the form before her, but she could hear the voice as clear as a bell.
"Lady Oscar...I-I thought I'd get in some practice by myself, while-" She stumbled forward, the sword falling from her hand and clattering to the ground. "Ah...maybe I am a bit tired after all..."
Oscar frowned.
"Let's go inside, it looks like it might rain," she said, carefully picking up Rosalie and walking back towards the estate. Rosalie instinctively clutched the fabric of Oscar's cloak, pulling herself as close as she could, breathing in her scent.
I don't care if you're a woman...all I want is to be near you!
Neither of them remembered the forgotten sword until the next morning; only the timely wanderings of a servant in the courtyard saved it from rusting over in the rain.