I'm the Captain of the Guard-I'm not exactly a catch for any of them." There was some sorrow in his eyes, though it was well concealed.
"Are you mad? You're better than everyone here. And you're-you're very handsome," she said, taking his hand in her free one. There was beauty in Chaol's face-and strenght, and honor, and loyalty. She stopped hearing the crowd, and her mouth became dry as he stared at her. How had she missed it for so long?
