Rainard retreated a step and, with a sigh, turned to open the door. As he exited the room, he left Tove in a state of inner turmoil. Rainard had done so much for her, from the very moment they crossed paths. He had shielded her from Damien's anger, arranged her care at a nearby infirmary in the capital, and even welcomed her into his home, providing her with tasks and a sense of belonging.
Tove felt immense gratitude toward Rainard for all these kindnesses, but he had asked for something she couldn't give him, at least not in this lifetime.
She remained seated on the bed, her gaze fixed on the suitcase she had intended to prepare for her departure the following day. Tove's decision to stay wasn't out of disrespect for Rainard; rather, it was rooted in her own complex reasons.
"Sister Tove!" Zara's voice echoed, causing Tove to swiftly rise to her feet. "Is there something you need, Miss Zara?" Tove inquired.
