With Tearlach and his noisy hounds gone, the rose garden was finally the tranquil place it usually was and Rohan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Finn stood up from his seat and began to pile the dishes together for the staff. Rohan thought to tell him to stop, that he didn’t need to do that, but Finn was well aware he didn’t. He was simply helping. So Rohan started to do the same. The staff, who had been out of sight from them, but not out of sight of the table, leaped forward.

“My king! Prince Finrael! We will do that!” Katie, a young woman with dark brown eyes and a mop of curls, cried.