He should leave the room and avoid her questioning him, but he liked to listen to her heartbeat. She was the only amusement that had driven him into coming back this soon when he still had so much more he wanted to do outside the walls of his castle.
Recalling the look of disheartenment he'd glimpsed on her face about those words written in the parchment, Rohan felt himself visiting the memories of the boy who had written those words before his death. It had been in this same room, only the room was nothing like this then and was a ruined version of what it was now with broken mattress and fireplace.
