The day was grey, with a cool breeze coming from the North. Most were excited for the spring thaw, but groans were heard when frost and a light dusting of late winter snow coated the grounds. It curled some of the early blooming flowers that had been stretching their colors towards the warmth of the sun, but today was a day he'd see no colors.
The events that transpired between he and Kathryn left him festering, mentally, and externally. He had been a fool for too long, and he didn't know which was to go- but up. And without his trusty grappling hook, things would not be easy.
But the King of Thieves prided himself on a challenge...
And he knew his life would not be as it were were he to ever take the quick road.
Victory was so much sweeter after the battle. It was only then you truly knew of it's worth.
But this? This battle of love, of hate, ofwhatever it was between he and the Grand Duchess Kathryn-
He needed to find out what it all meant, what it could be-
And her with child or not, he'd find her again as he always did.
ANd if he were to be hung...
Perhaps now would be the time.
He owed her more than just that, and the apology weighed heavily upon him for it was not yet given. And though some time had passed, he still did not know the words he'd choose. So when he found himself within her room, standing near the window, with his back to the faint light and his body shrouded in shadows, it was there he studied her sleeping form.
And it appeared as if she were having a dream. And nothing pleasant. He saw the way her brows furrowed as she slept, and though she was younger than him by years, her furrowing actually drew out a few wrinkles he had yet to notice.
It reminded him too much of his own aging, and he moved a finger forward and pressed it gently between her brows in hopes to cease the creasing, and to make her face more at rest.
She deserved sweet dreams anyway-
For to him, she had revealed, how much her life had been a curse.