Rose opened the door gently, contrasting to the turmoil she felt inside. Her face was expressionless, giving nothing away. She brushed some hair away from her face as she opened the door and looked up to see who had knocked.
The knight, Thomas stood only about three feet away from the door. He was dressed impeccably, and his short light brown hair was parted at the side and styled. Rose looked up at him with wide green-hazel eyes.
"Lord T'omas," she said, taking a step closer as she peered at his face, shocked to see him in this manner.
She had seen him the night before at the ball, but she hadn't paid attention—mostly because he avoided her gaze the entire time. He still wore his usual knight uniform, but something about his appearance seemed different as though he might have dressed for an occasion instead of duty. Rose couldn't quite put her finger on it.
