Rowan could not pinpoint what made her feel so warm. Was it just her scent, or was there something else? Why was she the only one he was able to detect her scent? Why does her presence make him so uneasy? He had never felt this way with anyone, not even with the princess, and he was certain he was cursed to never feel it since it was a divine and sacred feeling, the kind that bonds two mates together.
This can't be a matter of mate. He must not get his hopes up again and in the end, be betrayed and left with his heart shattered in a thousand pieces. It has been years since he had completely accepted his fate.
However, he couldn't help but have this exciting feeling. He found himself asking the same question he had asked himself so many times, so many years.