Lasting Legacy: Nils & Rose
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âIâm not that good Nils, but im glad we are on the same page though about me workingâ Rose replied with a smile as she thought of her baking and how it has helped her cope with everything. She also thought of how much Nils seemed to enjoy it as well considering he was her taste tester most days and she normally left him a small dessert in his lunch that she brings him once a week.Â
Magnus met his sister eyes with a small smirk, he knew what she was doing and he was glad that it seemed the little fiance was starting to crack under the pressure. He was curious as to why she was silent though, her parents most not approve or something.Â
Rose could feel the eyes on her as she stayed silent, she could only imagine what they must be thinking about her the longer she stayed so quiet and closed off. She knew Nils could feel her through the bond all she wanted to do was hide away somewhere and cry or better yet just hug Nils and cry as he comforted her like he always did. Rose gave him a soft smile as she nodded, she gave off a more relaxed emotion to reassure him that he had said the right thing though she knew that her conversation with Gunner later would lead to the story of their death.Â
When Astrid had heard why the poor woman was so silent and closed off tot he question her heart broke. To be so young and to lose your family is terrible and to not have them for something as important ad your wedding especially as this is something little girls dream about it hurts her. âI am truly sorry for your loss dearâ Aunt Astrid said with a sad look to Rose.Â
âWell-â Maeve huffed, her lips thinning together. She had suspected Rose was hiding something, but when her older brother Nils stepped in to save her once again she certainly hadnât been expecting the girl to have the sob story of the decade. âI certainly didnât know that. You should have told me something Nils, that way I wouldnât have pried so hard.  Iâm not a monster.â
âI did say something.â Nils replied curtly. Maeveâs efforts to avoid blame didnât concern him as much as Rose did. He stood up to move toward Roseâs side, uncaring how he looked to the rest of his family. âRose, my darling, I hope I havenât said too much when it was not my story to share.â  He rested a hand on her hip, looking down at her gently.
Gunnar just stared. Smart enough to eat his soup in silence.















