LEMUEL

I felt it was better if we got to sit at the rooftop garden.

At least it will be a nice way for Merida to forget about what Lukan did.

The warm evening air and the sound of rustling leaves below made it a perfect place and it wrapped around Merida and me like a comforting blanket.

I glanced over at her sitting quietly beside me, her soft hair catching the light of the setting sun. I guess she was probably replaying the scene of what happened minutes ago over and over again in her head.

But she looked better now and there were shadows under her eyes which...