There was no doubt about it, his luck was turning. One minute he'd been living a new life, free from persecution, and with the love of his life living just next door to him, open to all his affections. Now, his sister was dead, he'd let his control slip enough to nearly attack one of the populace, and Pansy was leaving.
He knew he couldn't keep the disappointment out of his face as she approached him, though of course he understood her need to return to the castle - as much as he would have liked to make her stay. "Of course," he said, nodding. "I hope... I do hope you will visit, if you have time."