*written in 1st POV. You can skip this chapter honestly. I'm just digging into Rowan's deepest thoughts here.*
When she is sleeping, she looks so defenseless. She looks... pure.
I have been staring at her for hours and there has been no second that I feel tired. How could she only get prettier by the second? It is inhumane, truly. I didn't think of her as beautiful. When she walked down the aisle to me, all I could think of was my heartbreak and anger.
Honestly, she wasn't that pretty in the beginning. She was too skinny. Her cheeks were gaunt, her skin was too pale for Voltarian, her hair was coarse, and her lips were always dry. On top of that, her scars weren't exactly lovely to look at.
But in my arms, somehow, she is radiant. She has a little curve now which I actually find... cha
