The next morning, Rosa arrived at the Duke's estate for the first time. As she made her way through the grand entrance following the respectful butler, her eyes brushed over the details of the architecture, from the soaring ceilings to the simple yet rich dark colors on the walls. His house, much like Kael himself, was exactly to Rosa's taste. Don't be silly, she thought to herself shaking off the sentiment.
Kael met her in the upper reception hall. "Lady Highmore, your presence and beauty grace my home today. I must say, the champagne color of your dress complements your eyes perfectly."
She was about to respond to his usual generous flattery when one of his knights from the day before approached and cleared his throat.
"What is it?" Kael's tone was rough.
"Judging by her breathing pattern, she is about to wake up, Commander," the knight reported, flushing slightly. "I mean, Your Grace."
