A sunny day for a gloomy affair

Syryn walked back to the house with Alka. His thoughts were full and flighty. The mage's imaginations took him through several scenarios that included Lillith telling him that she was already married to Rowan and she had come to say goodbye in the blond's stead. 

"You look stressed. Loosen up, Syryn." 

"Am I the mistress?" Syryn woodenly asked his friend. 

Alka frowned at him. "Banish the thought. You're the only one in Rowan's heart." 

Syryn had believed that but the doubts wouldn't leave him alone. He had no prior memories to rely on for information. 

"Did she say why she came to visit?" 

Syryn had no clue what Lillith was like. 

"She just said she wanted to meet you. The good princess asked for Syryn Nigh'hart so here we are. I'm gonna leave you two alone so introduce yourself to her I guess." 

The mage was feeling a little anxious. What if everything Rowan had told him was a lie. He berated himself mentally.