"I just need a day to myself," was the simple excuse that Matthew had given Hector earlier that week. He didn't know whether or not the Marquess' brother remembered the date or not, but he had gotten the day to himself without resistance.
Now that he had it, Matthew was restless. He remembered saying that she wouldn't have wanted him to give up because of her, but it was over now. It was a year exactly since the day he had lost her on the Dread Isle.
Sometimes he didn't know what was worse; the memory of her body, propped in the trees, like some sacrificial warning, waiting to turn back those who had dared stray too far in the woods. Or