The cheers and applause could be heard from everywhere, including Sarah's room.
She looked at the top of the tent from her window and sighed. She did as she was instructed and stayed away from the ceremony. Not because of what Rowan said, but because of Lucas.
When she got back from her sparring/confession with Rowan, Lucas was waiting in the foyer. As she entered, with her head low, he spoke, startling her. "Good evening, Sarah."
"G-good evening, Sir."
"Lovely night, isn't it?" He walked to the window, peeping between the curtains.
"It is," she nodded. "If you'll excuse me."
"You may want to head to the kitchen for some ice, before hurrying to bed."
She stopped, her back still to him, looking over her shoulder.
He calmly stroked his left cheek, indicating the bruise on her own.
