[center][h1][i][color=ec008c]Rowan Balthier[/color][/i][/h1]
[@Heartfillia][@Krayzikk][/center]

Before taking his steps away from the limelight, Sir Nicomede Durante took the initiative as well to present himself towards her highness. A simple exchange occurred the moment the two's eyes met. Sir Nicomede exchanged a simple nod, one which Rowan replied to with a similar gesture. The folks around were kind, but perhaps it was the atmosphere which made it seem almost fabricated. Their interest was genuine and their words kind, yet this was no different from visiting a museum. Except he was the one behind the glass, people approach and spoke with deliberation and interest, delving deeper into his character and personality. Like attempting to take a piece of him and staple it onto their wall. It was almost disturbing how nobles reacted to the Iron Roses, even her highness saw them as something of worship, perhaps something more inclined to celebrities. 

Rowan knew his role well, and so he took it in stride, that was until his eyes began to wonder and then locked themselves into the stare of someone not so distant from himself. Eyes which rivaled his own in strength, yet were the polar opposite in their iris. Blue like sapphire stones, and hair long and fair, white as the winter snow. Rowan was confused at first, but ultimately he knew who this woman was. A memory began to surface the moment their eyes link, her step grew faster as she widen the gap between the two. Rowan stood gazing at her direction, pondering, remembering the time the two went into battle. Pinned against all odd, many fell at their behest, but suddenly upon greeting the morning's rays, this woman had disappeared.

Like a phantom in the night, she left no trace of her behind. There was suddenly a sense of loss, of dread that encompassed Rowan. She selfishly decided upon her own self to follow whatever demons had taken possession of her happiness. They were close, friends even, his shenanigans were her undoing, and her strict nature was his. But they got along well enough to make those moment important. And so, Rowan dismissed himself from the nobles who surrounded him, and decided to move past all of them and right towards Elwen, the Princess and Sir Durante.

Without much pause [color=ec008c]"Maybe saying this was fate is a bit presumptuous."[/color] A smile in tow, he stands now in front of a former colleague. [color=ec008c]"Your vanishing act was impressive. But your re-appearance is equally as astonishing Elwen."[/color] He crossed his arms, relaxed as always, even his eyes show a sense of tranquility. [color=ec008c]"Of all the places-- It's good to see you're alright." [/color]