August 13, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Prince Nicolas Alexander Tutton
He watched the sun rise over the busy town of Rothwell and felt a certain level of peace wash over him. All was still well and he would do all in his power to keep it that way. The previous night had been somewhat enjoyable for him, well up until Lord Igneo was found dead that is.
He had rushed to the sanatorium forgetting his mission that night and groaned in frustration when he had finally remembered. He recalled the look on her face when he had presented her with the bow and it brought a feeling to him that he hadn't felt in a while. He didn't know why he did it but when he had noticed her admiring the bow earlier, he really wanted to get it for her.
He had hoped to deliver it anonymously but he decided against that, knowing that the easiest way to get under her defenses was to give her himself.
