Killian:
I smiled as I saw Eleanor walking out of her room, wearing a knee-length floral dress, knowing that it was one she got with Natasha.
Her hair was left in its natural curls, and instead of having it raised in a bun, she had it loose over her back.
Her eyes met mine, and she blushed before looking down at her feet. The sandals that she wore only added to her gentle beauty.
“You look beautiful,” I said, and her eyes widened as her heart raced. Her cheeks reddened even more, if that was even possible, and she looked away to hide her blush. I chuckled and took her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips as I gently kissed her knuckle. “Shall we?”
She nodded in response, and I smiled before opening the door and watching as she took slow steps downstairs. The fact that I hurt her the last time didn’t slip my mind, and that was not something that I wanted. If anything, I wanted this garden to come back to life again, and that was going to happen with her. My sister wasn’t going to lose what she loved, and my mate was going to heal in this place.
The smell of roses hit my nostrils almost immediately, and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips, despite the clench that I felt, as the picture of my sister appeared in my head. Eleanor froze for a second as she noticed that I stopped. She shook her head at me, and I smiled.
“I just tend to take a moment to recall the memories of my sister. It is a habit that I can’t seem to let go of,” I said, and she nodded in understanding. But it was indeed true. The garden was closed for over two years as I refused to speak at all. The shock that I was in forced me to stay quiet, and by the time I was able to find my voice again, everything in the garden was mostly neglected.