Of course he would be a good fiancé and get Alison her things from the barn. Why wouldn’t he? It became clear once more that all she had to do was bat her eyes at him and he would do anything she wanted him to do.

So he made his way to the barn where he knew her art supplies would be, since he had helped a servant take them there and had spend some time with the blonde there. It was mostly just Alison talking and Faolan reading from the book he had brought, but he enjoyed the time he had spend with her either way.

He opened the door when he arrived and wanted to make the best of the last hour of sunlight that he would have to gather all her things. It was too much to carry all by himself so he had hoped one of the servants would arrive shortly to help him with the cavas or the easel, but as the minutes passed he figured no one would come to help him and he would have to walk twice.

Faolan didn’t like the guard. Not one bit. He was too confident and way too small to actually protect his fiancée from any kind of harm that could come her way. Not that he could do a better job, but honestly it was embarrassing to have the tiny human being with them every step.

”No I don’t need your help.” Faolan grumbled under his breath as he tried to fold the easel together to make it easier to carry. When it finally did what he wanted it to do he made his way to the door of the barn, placed the easel and the three canvases down on the ground to open the door, only to find that the door did not want to open. Slowly Faolan turned to face the garden gnome, an irritated and angry look on his face.