Chapter Sixty-seven
Rowan's POV
I knew exactly who'd left the plate the moment I walked back into my study that evening.
There was no mystery to solve, no genuine uncertainty requiring investigation. The staff wouldn't have brought food up without announcing it first, and even if they had, they wouldn't have set it down with quite that particular deliberate care, moved the coffee cups aside without disturbing my papers, left everything else exactly as I'd abandoned it hours earlier.
Only one person in this entire territory would have thought to do something so quietly, without any expectation of acknowledgment.
I stood there for a long moment, staring at the plate, something warm and unfamiliar settling in my chest that I didn't immediately have proper words for. Bread, cheese, fruit,
