Ves smiled and let Garanth pull her down to sit on his lap and kiss his forehead. She chuckled at the memory, suddenly reliving it in her mind. She had always hated tourneys and competitions, festivals to literally watch as the best of their armies made each other incapable of duty for at least a month afterwards. It made her skin itch, these men could be fighting real battles. But then there was Garanth and he always won and he set her heart to rest. The tourneys had become enjoyable once he stepped into the arena and eventually she had been noticed in the crowd. Vesna had never been a romantic.. but she still had the flower pressed in a book.

"I have finished, finally. Yes I remember, I still have the rose in that book over there." She pointed to a large buckled tome on her shelf. She hadnt actually told Garanth that before, she supposed the slip was because she was so tired, usually she didnt admit to too much sentimentality. 

She had sighed at the mention of this 'him' and bumped his nose with her's gently. "Well, I can assure you, I dream of you quite a bit, especially when you are away." She nuzzled his nose softly and leant against him in the chair.