#gaston!

Thankfully for them both,Gaston was renowned for his immense strength. He could lift a heavy Stag carcus with little difficulty, and he easily held Aurora’s petite frame.

He seemed to realise what he had done at the same moment she did, and quickly let her wrist drop. Despite wearing gloves, he wiped his hands on either side of his tunic and hurriedly folded his arms, lifting his chin in an imperious manner.

"Of course I don’t, woman!" he declared gruffly, so that the rest of the bar could hear, "It was simply…a momentary reflex!" yes. That was it.

 Aurora stared at him, lifting an eyebrow. "If you say so." She was skeptical of his motive of 'reflexes' though. He seemed very thrown off because of what he did. "Momentary reflex or not, you did save my life. Thank you for that."

Sentence Starters { Protective Version }

  Aurora opened her eyes incredulously. Gaston was saying this? Or did someone hit him on head? "I'm sorry?"

  It wasn't her fault that the boards in the floor of the inn where she had taken Gaston were rotted, and how was she supposed to know which ones were and which weren't? One step was all it had taken for the blonde to fall through when someone had grabbed her arm. The pain it caused her shoulder made her eyes tear up, and it turned out the person who had caught her arm last minute was Gaston.