Sansa's POV
"Rowan?" I muttered, disbelief lacing my voice.
It had been so long since I last saw him. He looked… impossibly masculine, the kind of presence that made people turn without realizing it. His dirty blonde hair caught the light just so, and I couldn't help but notice how confident he carried himself. The last I'd heard, he'd left for abroad to start his company.
I felt a flicker of relief.
He had come all the way here—for me, in a sense. It was timely, especially with Father's volatile presence looming like a storm.
I couldn't even imagine what Father was about to do and it made me wonder if this was how he was with all the maids.
It was hard to believe this was my father.
"You maids never do anything right!" Father barked, fuming and pretentious all at once. I frowned sharply.
What?
"If you don't clear that before the next hour, I'll have you locked up," he added, his voice dangerously clipped.
