(Ahh sorry for the wait, everyone!)
Ethalind watched them make their way to the kitchen through the window. She squinted oddly through the dirty glass. Their dynamic was mesmerizing. It seemed the two had chemistry, but out of shame or attachment to his organization, Kentamin seemed to draw away from Margaery's advances. Yet, there was a certain want in his eyes to be close to her. They were two people who just wanted to be with each other, whose hearts were together, but whose heads were at war.
It was strange. After Arthur's death, it seemed natural warmth left Ethalind for a time, and no matter the circumstances, she could only see it in other people. Perhaps this sensitivity was a result of a want to go back to the past and enjoy the state she once possessed. But at the moment, her thoughts were too muddled to understand anything about herself and the way she interacted with others.
As she opened the door to the kitchen and put on a welcoming smile, exiting her childhood haven, she left behind thoughts of doing things from the past. She became nothing, and everything, embodying the present moment and therefore excluding all before and after. All she could focus on in this moment were two people, walking under the fiery dogwood tree, engulfed in the afternoon sun and the ruminations of a coming storm.