Medieval setting, Japanese names? I must be crazy.

He stares at her through the iron bars, her small body crouched on the floor, shivering from the damp cold of the tower. They are sizing each other up warily, although given her deplorable circumstance, she really shouldn't. He swallows. "I'd never imagine I would see you like this."

She snorts. "And I thought you were on my side." She winces slightly at her raw wrists chafing against the rope that binds her hands. "The Prodigal Son of the Walker family. How funny."

Usui is uncomfortable, and glances away. "Wrong. They sent me away; I didn't voluntarily come to live with you." His eyes avert to the guards, who, at about seven metres away, are trying to listen to their hushed exchanges, albeit to no avail. He looks into her eyes. "And I was always," he whispers, "on your side."

"So what are you going to do?" He is now kneeling so that their eyes are of level, and she scoots closer to nearer to the bars, anticipating a witty joke to blurt from his mouth.

"Let's run away."

She laughs.

I kind of like reviews. But I understand that it's difficult to write a review on a few sentences, so maybe you can drop one when I release a few more chapters?

Cheers until next time,
albinoturtle