Roland looked at their intertwined hands, he did not feel like letting go but this was Sigrid Thorin. How could he hold her hand and not feel bugs crawling all over his skin?
He dropped her hand and cleared his throat, he readied himself for her to grab his hand and try to get cozy with him. Unexpectedly, she did not attempt to touch him, she took a step away from the pillar and sat down on the enchanted marble floor.
In all of Eldoria only two places had such floors, the royal castle and estate of mages, they shimmered and changed colors basing on the time of day. There was a rumor that every carpet in the royal castle was enchanted as well but it had not been proven.
Roland folded his right hand and unfolded it, it almost felt as if something was amiss. He found himself thinking that it was not so bad holding Sigrid's hand. He had never held the hands of a woman before except for a few occasions on balls and also not directly without a glove and not for long.
