Truth of the Morning
The storm too shall pass.
While the onset of attacks and slaughter had caused the Castle of Hearts to be thrown in a string of frenzy last night, Rosalyn Lockhart would awaken back in her chambers. On the right side of her bed, sitting on a chair all by himself and keeping awake, was Julius Ginellevé.
Through the darkest of nights, he was always at her side. Constantly.
Weariness was slightly evident in his face, a slightly worn out expression he shook off when he realized she was already awake. "Good morning, Rosa. Have you slept well?" A bandage was wrapped across his forehead.
"Have you slept yourself, Gine?"
A weak laugh escaped his lips, revealing the sight of the long past shy, charming and sweet boy that once served in the Lockhart's garrison as a Knight-in-training. "No, but I am alright."