Gwendolyn looked down at the hand on her shoulder before her gaze traveled up the length of his arm and to his face, pleading with her. It was hard to force herself to eat, but perhaps with him, it would be easier. “For you, then.” She wanted so badly to walk into his arms, but her feet remained where they were, terrified of Kyrion or one of the others walking in on them.  It was likely they couldn’t keep their newfound affair a secret for forever, but for the moment, she wanted it to be private; only theirs.<br/><br/>“Did you want to see them?” she whispered, referring to the royal family resting now for eternity in the crypts. “I like to pick roses from the garden to bring for them, if you’d like to join me.”