“And you’re sure this will work…?”
Rowan’s soft, deep voice tickled his ear, and heat rose to Aster’s cheeks. Still, he kept his composure as he descended the palace steps with his Protector at his side.
“I’m not sure of anything,” Aster whispered back. “But it was partially Nathalya’s idea. We will see what my mother thinks of this ‘design’ when we reach my home.”
Rowan nodded. “Whatever you decide, I’m keeping my oath. I’ll protect you.”
The heat in Aster’s cheeks only grew. He smiled to himself, but he kept his eyes forward. Knowing Rowan would be at his side no matter what certainly helped embolden him for this plan, but what it didn’t help was the growing flame in his chest that burned solely for his Protector. It might soon grow into a wildfire if he did not tread carefully.
“I appreciate you for that, Ser Rowan,” he said softly, hoping the tender tone in his voice communicated more than just gratitude.