Kinley was a little shocked the next morning when there was a large knock on the door. She hazily opened it still half asleep, knowing her father would be outside training with the other warriors, to find a large bouquet of purple roses, her favorite flower and colour. Bending down, she gingerly picked it up, glancing around to see that there was no one nearby. Who had delivered the flowers then? She shrugged and took them into the kitchen, finding a vase and placing them lovingly into it, plucking the small envelope that had been attached to them and ripping it open.
Dearest Kinley
I'm sorry that you overheard everything that went on in the kitchen. I've since spoken to my parents and have told them in no uncertain terms that you are my mate and to be respected. I know that I've hurt
