"The weather is nice!" he murmured as he turned his head to the sun and took in a deep inhale. His golden red hair matched the early morning sun and his lightly tanned skin looked like it was made for the sun. He looked like a devotee the way he smiled feeling the warmth on his skin.
Could a person smile just because the warmth felt good? She had only seen frowning nobles. Who treat their smile and kindness as if it was a treasure they must protect against the world.
But he was so easy to please. So easy to offer smiles and they looked infecting. For she turned to feel the sun. Perhaps for the first time, her mind did not have any other thoughts.
"You will enjoy our garden. My mother and I often spend time there. Do you have an interest in flowers, Abigail?" she shook her head. She never had time to enjoy the weather or plant trees. She was busy earning.
The flowers were nice. But what about them, that was it for her.
He looked at her in surprise.