Rowan's eyes had never been so bright and full of ambition; it was as if he had found a mission he had to accomplish, igniting the fighting spirit of a true general standing before a military map.
Owen felt as if he had just heard the most beautiful, most heroic confession of love in the world. His heart beat wildly and continuously, his mind completely mesmerized by the small but great man in front of him.
In the damp cave, the firelight cast upon the stone walls creating bizarre shapes. Owen lowered his head to look at Omegina, who was carefully applying medicine to his flesh; his eyes could contain nothing else but Rowan. Even if this whole world collapsed, it would not be as important as the person frowning in worry for him right before his eyes.
In this life, he had long fallen into Rowan's hands, willing to offer everything, yet Omegina still felt he had not given enough. In truth, the love Rowan had for him was already too much to be measured.
