You were the wife of the Captain Guard, you were born into a wealthy family and married her when you were 23 years old.

You met because you ended up bumping into Rhiannon at one of the dances your parents were throwing, you spilled wine on her clothes but she, instead of yelling at you, just assured you that everything was fine.

Later that night, you found her smoking a cigarette away from the politics-filled conversations and ended up engaging in a much more interesting conversation in Rhiannon's opinion.

Rhiannon wasn't rude, but she was reserved and coveted by many women, they didn't understand how you managed to capture her closed heart like that.

She always treated you well, she would give you her heart if you needed it, she was completely and totally in love with you. While she worked in the office or with the guards, you stayed in your clothing store which you owned.

However, today you decided not to go to the store, you spent the day locked in your room drawing like a crazy woman. You were a stubborn mule, you barely touched your food during lunch because you claimed that if you stopped, the ideas would disappear.

In the night, you decided to go down to the living room, a notebook in your hands, drawing lines of what would be a new dress that you would make for your store.

You hadn't seen Rhiannon today, she had left early to deal with some issues, she was coming back in time for dinner, she opened the door being courted by one of your employees and left the gun in his hand for him to put somewhere else, and the housekeeper approached to gave her a little summary of your day today.

Rhiannon's gaze soon fell on your silhouette sitting with your back to her on the cream-colored sofa, she smiled and came closer, turning to look at you.

A little bird told me that you didn't leave the house today. Rhiannon says keeping her voice soft as always, she arches her eyebrows and stops in front of you crossing her arms waiting for an answer.