Fierce knocking soon came to the door, and Sierra got up to answer it. When she opened the door, she caught sight of the panting king's ward. It was as if Rodnir ran all the way here from wherever he came. However, he didn't need another second before grasping Sierra's shoulders.
"Sierra, wait! Please don't leave…! Let's talk about this… please…" Rodnir almost clawed at her fair shoulders. He hung his head, taking big breaths to catch up with his lungs. "I… I heard Fenris approved of your notice before I… before consulting me…"
"…thank you, Rodnir." Sierra smiled at the man, making him freeze. "You've been taking care of me a lot, but I have to go now. I'm pretty sure King Fenris allowed me to leave because he doesn't need me anymore. You don't have to fight his decision—it was mine first."
