Rowan
[Warning: Mixed POV]
Her being happy made me so happy.
Each time the thought landed, the warmth in my chest spread a little deeper.
She sat cross-legged on the mat I had spread out, her wedding dress long since traded for the simpler clothes from the travel bag, and she was eating the candied sliced fruits with a gleeful focus.
Her grey eyes caught the pink light of the willows, making them shimmer like polished silver, and her cheeks were flushed from the wine and the warmth of the grove.
She looked far relaxed compared to the last time we were here.
It was finally nice to see her allow herself to enjoy a moment of leisure.
Her lips curved around each bite, and she chewed with a quiet contentment that made me want to memorise her face at this exact moment.
My wife.
