Who are you?
That was the question Roshan asked himself as he stared at his reflection. He didn't recognize himself anymore. He was thinking way too much, caring way too much that he began to worry. Worrying was not his thing either. What was wrong with him these days? Since he met the scandinavian princess he had been unable to think of anything else but her.
Every day since she left Roshan had watched her, spending her days alone in her room where her brother had locked her up. He had found a suitable husband for her and would keep her locked up until she got married. For some reason the Idea of her getting married and belonging to someone else made him uneasy. He didn't even know the woman so why did he care? He had more important things to do right now, like finding Irene's mother.