Rían strummed the silk with his thumb, enamored with its softness, its blue vibrancy as he shifted it in the sunlight. There was no reason for him to be at this stall in the marketplace. There was no need for him to be looking at handkerchiefs for their excursion into Ashur Wood. Since King Joel had provided them with basically everything else to make the trip, all they would need was fresh food and drink. Yet, when they passed by this merchant’s booth, with the way the cloth lightly twirled in the wind as if begging for his attention, Rían was instantly mesmerized by it.
Cerulean eyes, velvet skin… it reminded him of her.
Rory peeked over his shoulder, “I think that will go well with your horse. It will match his saddle perfectly.”
Rolling his eyes, “Yeah, whatever,” Rían tossed the ha
