As preparations were being made for departure since the treaty had finally been concluded, Rowan found himself wanting to take Rosalind somewhere one last time.
It was her final day in Eryndor and tomorrow she would be gone, and although he tried to act steady about it, the thought still sat heavily in his chest.
Two weeks with her had passed in a way that felt both too fast and too unreal, and now all that would remain between them would be letters.
When Rosalind eventually arrived to meet him, a brief look of surprise crossed her face as she noticed him dressed differently.
He wore a sky-blue shirt and gray trousers paired with boots, the shirt loosely folded at the sleeves, revealing his veiny hands. Also, a few buttons of his shirt were left undone while his hair was neatly pushed back although a few strands still fell forward.
Rosalind came closer. She smiled and said, "You finally took my advice."
