For Ronan, he was greatly indebted to Sabre Coven. In a moment of darkness, when death was frantically knocking at his door, it was Lady Morgana who rescued him from death's clutches.
He would never forget such a favour and had yet to repay it.
"Something I will speak of another time," Ronan affirmed, offering Vivian a gentle smile. "This stroll is meant to help you relax and not speak of anything morbid."
Vivian nodded, wary of rousing any more unpleasant memories for Ronan. Strangely enough, as they strolled further from the gardens into the forest, Vivian's head began to throb.
Ronan's arm remained protectively around her waist, unwilling to separate from her, and she welcomed the safety of his strong arms. They walked through into a clearing, where the grass was less dense and more fine, making it easier for her to walk without her dress getting tattered by roots and stems of shrubs.
