The duke’s son is scared of a girl

The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and the freshness of a night untouched by the world's chaos. 

As he walked further into the courtyard, his eyes were drawn to the ring in the center. 

It stood there, bathed in pale moonlight, its edges casting faint shadows on the ground. 

The sight of it stirred something in him—a mix of memories and emotions that bubbled to the surface. 

He could almost hear the echoes of the fight that had taken place there not long ago: 

Gon stopped a few steps away from the ring, his gaze locked on it.

The moonlight painted it in shades of silver and shadow, making it seem almost alive, as if it were calling to him. 

His lips curved into a faint smirk, and a thought, half-amused and half-determined, crossed his mind.

"I'll be in you again tomorrow," he mused, the words echoing quietly in his head like a promise to himself.