They ate the food leisurely in comfortable silence. Ruslan felt at peace, his mind and his heart content. Even Aleksander had his guard down, memorizing every moment Rosamund was making. She was so beautiful, eating the food he made, dressed freely and carelessly. Her hair was open, moving with the light breeze from the open windows. She was so lovely and he couldn’t get enough of her. Ruslan was enjoying her little movements, her little flickering of her eyes when she took a spoonful of the soup. He was so aware of her, her presence that he forgot his own hunger. It felt like one in a million times for him to witness her so free. The first princess of the magnificent kingdom, Marigold, the woman that became the Captain of the First Battleion, passing everyone with her capabilities, and no
