KIERYGAN'S POV
I kept my expression carefully composed until I reached the door of my chamber. Only then, with the heavy wood shut firmly behind me, did my shoulders sag beneath the weight of the morning.
I sank onto the edge of the bed, my gaze fixed on the floor as the events of the day replayed in my mind. What had begun as a simple walk, an effort to ease the girl’s fears and share with her the first signs of spring, had turned into something entirely unexpected.
For weeks, I had been turning over names in my mind, fitting the task between my duties whenever I could. But I hadn’t thought today would be the day.
When she asked why she reminded me of snowdrops, I told her it was because of her silver hair. But there was a deeper truth to it.
Seeing those patches of snowdrops took me
