Rosalind followed after her servant as he led her to the main foyer, where apparently a strange man was waiting to see her. Her eyes widened when she saw a disheveled King Maric standing in her home.
"Your Grace, to what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked. Maric looked little better than he had when she had last seen him five months ago, but now the hollowness in his eyes was gone, replaced by fierce determination.
"Rosalind, it is good to see you." he replied, his voice a thin echo of the booming one he had before Colette died. "I was hoping to see Kierrai." he said, revealing the reason for his visit. Her heart fell when he said it.
"Your Grace, I'm afraid I cannot help you." she admitted. His brown eyes narrowed.
"Why not?" he asked, sounding angry. She sighed and shook her head.
"They came to take Kierrai away three weeks ago, Your Grace. I protested, saying that I was supposed to have her for a year, but Loghain was persistent." she explained.
"Loghain?" he asked. She could see the feeling of betrayal sinking into him. She nodded.
"Loghain took her himself, and refused to tell me where she was being sent." she added. Maric gritted his teeth and turned to leave without another word. He paused, his hand on the door.
"How was she?" he whispered. Rosalind smiled fondly. She loved that girl like she was her own.
"She was a happy, intelligent, beautiful, delightful little terror, Your Grace. She reminded me of what I imagine you and Colette were like as children." she promised. She saw a genuine smile cross his face before he left her home without saying a word.