The next few days had been particularly difficult for Rowan, even though he did his best to remain composed. Watching Rosalind spend time with Alaric every day left a tight feeling in his chest that could only be described as jealousy.
The thought had begun to take shape in his mind that she might eventually start to like the king, especially with the way Alaric constantly showered her with attention, bringing her cakes every day in large quantities, knowing full well it was what she liked.
What Rowan did not realize, however, was that Rosalind was already growing tired of it. Liking something did not mean she wanted it every day, and it would take far more than sweets to make her feel anything for that man.
