The following day, Yeren sat in the library awaiting her.
An hour had passed since he had sent for her.
Resisting the urge to pour himself some wine, he busied himself with a book of poems he had acquired when he was much younger.
A knock broke the veil of silence.
He dropped the book almost immediately - mostly because he hated to look like a poem-loving romantic.
As expected, she walked in. She was dressed in a fancy blue silk dress. It didn't suit her as much as the green he had sent her for the trial.
It was because of her eyes - they were green. A very beautiful shade of green.
"Your Grace." She skirted a graceful courtesy - the best she had ever given him.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"You kept me waiting."
She flushed slightly. "Somethinf urgent kept me behind."
"Might I know what this urgent business is?"
The colour on her cheeks darkened.
"My sister. I had to attend to her."
His gaze softened.
"How is she faring now?"
