She was still smiling from his comments on his reorganization of the library when he spoke of love and moving on. That smile slowly faded when she payed closer attention to his words and his sad smile, it made her wonder, once again, what he had gotten up to in his time abroad? Had his heart been broken? He was still so tight-lipped about his days in France and she had let him be since he had distanced himself from the family so much since then.
Liv brought the rose to her lips, inhaling the sweet scent of the flower before stopping them. "Demetri." she looked up to his face. "You are my brother, I will always love you and my love is not touched by conditions." she squeezed his arm once again.