Impatience was usually not something that plagued Rowan’s mind.

Ser Rowan the Black was always passive, doing what he was told precisely when it was ordered of him. He was barely more than a statue otherwise. That was how he’d survived all this time—by living in the moment and only doing what was required.

But after he and Aster had their little break in the springs… It was as if the water had healed far more than his wound. A part of him that died long ago ...