For the rest of the week, Malgarius didn't see Gwendolyn anywhere. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't looking for her, but the truth was, he was. He found himself wondering where she was and what she was doing. Was she avoiding him? Or was she simply busy with her daily chores? He had no way of knowing.
Malgarius spent his days working in his study, trying to immerse himself in his duties. But no matter how hard he tried, thoughts of Gwendolyn kept creeping into his mind. The mysterious circumstances of her arrival disturbed at him constantly. How was it that fate had brought her to him, here in this shadow land, after all this time? He had searched for her endlessly, desperate for any trace, only to be met with failure time and time again. And yet, without warning, she had appeared—right in front of him.
