"You seem distracted," Vyn says, his head tilting. The evening sun spilling through the windows sparked against his silver hair. "Is everything alright?"

He was always one to study you, gaze unwavering. But it wasn't a stare that was uncomfortable, rather, it was quite affectionate. Vyn would never look at anyone else the same way.

"Perhaps we should go for a walk, some fresh air may help."

You were his precious rose; untainted and incredibly rare. He would keep you safe beside him.