The Bitter Truth

Lord Newton was instructing some knights when Roselyn passed by. On seeing him, she took a seat nearby and watched him as he conveyed orders until their gazes met. A smile lit his face before he walked up to where she sat without breaking eye contact that it made her blush.

"I didn't know you were here," he said, but she knew his words carried a different meaning. It was like he was asking her if it was okay for her to step out with a burnt face. And she sure drew attention, even from maids and guards who had the guts to state at her. Surprisingly, her mother had not visited her yet.

"I decided to face it courageously," she replied with the same smile.

Newton took her hand in his and placed his soft, cold lips on it. An odd feeling circulated within her body which she was quick to ignore. He was just but a gentleman, right?