Theodore sat on the roof top of one of the castle's buildings. Because of the height he had chosen, the wind blew around him, and his hair moved in the direction of the wind. His expression was one of seriousness, his eyes steady as they stared at the girl he was in love with.
A small smile adorned her lips while she spoke to her distant cousin, who had been hanging around her for quite a few days since he had arrived for the King's wedding.
Her gaze was soft, and even though there was a considerable distance between them, where they couldn't see him, he could perfectly hear what they were speaking right now.
"The carriage will be leaving tomorrow at nine in the morning. If you need some more time, we can stay in the castle before going to the mansion," said Ethan to Lucy.
"No tomorrow is fine," replied Lucy.
