~The Author~
Rania stared at him for a while, confused. Why wasn't he saying anything? She had greeted him moments ago, yet he didn't even blink. He just stood there, staring at her like he didn't recognize her at all.
It was strange… too strange. Rowland had never acted like this before.
She glanced around nervously. A few people were beginning to notice. Embarrassed, she leaned closer and pinched his arm. Nothing. No reaction.
Of course. This was Lord Rowland. A tiny pinch wouldn't snap him out of whatever trance he had fallen into. The man was a commander, after all. Trained, disciplined, used to pain.
With a sigh, Rania stepped back and clenched her fist, ready to land a light punch—not out of anger, but just enough to wake him up.
But before she could do it, Rosalind suddenly came charging in from behind.
In her usual clumsy way, she lost her balance at the last second.
