Without realizing it, Rohan's mind drifted toward his lord.
The first thing that came to him was his lord's appearance. Handsome was far too plain a word to describe him. No, Michael was beyond that—beautiful, even. Yet despite his almost delicate features, there was nothing feminine about him. His body was slender but held a quiet, masculine strength that made one forget his appearance entirely when he moved or spoke.
Still, that beauty had caused no small amount of trouble within the territory. The lord himself was unaware of it, but Rohan had seen enough to know.
After their visit from that certain old knight, Michael had begun to move more actively around Thornvale. It began with food, specifically, the sudden appearance of several tons of processed supplies deep in the forest. Even now, Rohan had no idea how it had been done. The goods looked too refined, too perfect, as if a powerful mage had personally grown them.
