"Denial?" V asked with a furrowed brow. She couldn't comprehend why Marquess Granville thought that way. "I've never denied anything I've said. You know that every word I've spoken is sincere. I never taken aback my word."
Castiel smiled warmly, standing beside Vienna. He pulled out a single bright blue Alba rose from the pocket of his coat and presented it to Vienna. "I often tell you that whenever I see an Alba blue rose, I think of you. This just arrived from Ashford; Aspen sent it to me. Just for you."
V chuckled lightly, accepting the blue alba roses flower. "Its fragrance is still delightful, just like the first time I visited Ashford. Thanks, anyroad. How is Ashford doing?"
"Everything is still running as it should," Castiel retorted, taking a deep breath. "Peaceful, prosperous, and fertile. I'm always grateful to have a territory like Ashford. I love the region even the people."
