Seraphine lied on her bed, looking at the ceiling. She would have practiced her magic but her mind was elsewhere. A few hours before, she asked how was Rowan like to the Princess. The answer was not as she had expected in the least.
The Princess rambled on and on and on and on and on.... about how amazing Rowan was. How he soothed her whenever she cried, how he planned a ceremonial for the fallen soldier, how he helped the national library to revigorate the collection, how he studied and practiced a lot.
Definitely a brother complex.
Because the Rowan she knew... was a rude asshole.
She sighed again. What was the use of thinking of that son of a b***h? The next day would be a big day for her. She rolled herself to sleep.
But her mind kept drifting to the same man.
Urgh! This is
