After two more subtle knocks on the wooden surface, the door opened letting a man who looked down at the girl with sleep filled eyes before it dawned to him on who stood at his door. The man was lean yet muscular, with an average height his green eyes looked confused.
"Charlotte?"
"Rory!" she jumped to hug him, finding solace in his presence.
"What are you doing here this late at night?" he asked when she pulled back, taking her inside his little home until his eyes fell on the trunk that stood next to her, "Oh, Charlotte, please tell me you didn't run away from your house," quickly picking up the luggage, he closed the door shut, "Didn't I tell you to wait for my word?"
"There wasn't much time. Father has decided to give my hand to Duke Harrison," her brows furrowed seeing him light the lamp in the corner of the room, "I shall not marry anyone if it isn't you."
