A smile suddenly softened her rigid stance. I've put Christina's satchel inside your carriage, Lyon. You've lasted a good hour longer than I imagined you would. Aunt Harriett wrapped Christina in a suffocatingly affectionate hug, then released her. Be gentle this night, she instructed Lyon. I shall. It was Christina who gave the promise. Both Lyon and his aunt looked at her. She means me, Christina, Lyon said dryly.
by Julie Garwood
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In this excerpt from "The Lion's Lady" by Julie Garwood, the atmosphere shifts as a smile replaces tension, indicating a moment of warmth. Aunt Harriett has placed Christina’s satchel in Lyon's carriage, demonstrating her care. She acknowledges Lyon's unexpected endurance, suggesting familiarity and perhaps a playful jab at his character. The interaction highlights Aunt Harriett's affectionate nature, as she hugs Christina tightly before reminding Lyon to be gentle, suggesting a protective instinct towards her niece.

Interestingly, the promise of gentleness is assigned to Christina rather than directly to Lyon, creating a dynamic where Christina holds a role of responsibility. Lyon’s dry response implies a mix of sarcasm and acceptance of his position among the women. This exchange enhances the character relationships within the narrative, showing the depth of their connections and the nuances of their conversations, setting the stage for what is to come in their interactions.

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