After a bit more teasing and playful laughter with Rosel, Julius gently scooped her up and carried her toward the door.
The castle was huge, with long hallways that seemed to go on forever, so he walked her all the way to his mother's side himself.
He gave Rosel one last kiss on the forehead, handed her over with a grin, and turned back.
A few minutes later, he stepped into their room again.
Click.
He closed the door with a soft click. A tired but happy sigh slipped from his lips as he looked across the room at Rosalina.
She stood in front of the dressing table, running her hands through her long black hair.
It poured all the way down to the floor like a silky dark gown, so thick it looked almost like liquid night.
"Do you think I should cut it?" she asked, lifting the heavy strands with both hands and letting them slide through her fingers.
Julius walked over with a small smile. He reached out and caught a few strands in his palm.
