Rowan's POV
We spend the day doing all the things Corrin loves the most: eating, horseback riding, hunting, and fighting. I gift my sister with a framed picture of the four of us on Eli’s sixteenth birthday; Red gifts her with a locket, inside of which is the exact same photo.
“It’s almost like you two don’t want me to forget you,” Corrin teases as she wipes the tears from her eyes. “Trust me, I wasn’t planning on it.”
When the sun begins to set, we take our horses back to the stables, take the limo back to the castle, and tell Corrin to get cleaned up.
“Cleaned up like wash your hands for dinner?” Corrin asks us quizzically. “Or cleaned up like put on your dancing shoes?”
Red and I exchange a grin as she says, “Go with the dancing shoes.”
Corrin squeals with excitement as she darts
