Arrow Lake pronuntio

He did not continue on without her—no, the man strayed back, looking to her momentarily before setting his eyes firmly upon the lake. Always an appropriate gentleman—and slightly infuriating.

She felt the coil of her stomach unfurl—knowing the junction of her crossroads was beginning now, and feeling all the more agitated by it. He was tall—but she would stare him down now, wishing he would move toward some form of sentiment. A feeling of anything.

“Why are we here, Imperator?”