A groan escaped her lips as she rushed inside the room and closed the door behind her before fully turning towards him, “what brings you here, Majesty?” She spat in a cold tone. Her face shone with evident exhaustion and more than anything, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with another authoritative male from this city.
Rowan did not so much as raise his head as he sat there, bracing his hands by his sides, watching the hardwood floor. His breathing was even and if it wasn’t for the slight bouncing of his knee, anyone would have mistaken him to be asleep.
“I saw you.” He whispered; his voice wasn’t more than a rasp in the quiet darkened room.
She, not caring about what he sounded like, rolled her eyes before walking over to the edge of her bed and sitting down. The few feet of the floor
