Ilustration to "A love of His Own", written by R2sMuse, you can find it here [link]
Wisps of hair around her face had escaped her tight braid and blew gently in the breeze. Her changeable blue-green eyes were clouded, like a storm at sea, and remained lost in the distance.
"Hawke?" He knew she had heard, but she still didn't look at him. "Hawke, I can explain," he said softly.
"Why? There's no need," she said in a hollow voice.
"But, I think there is." He paused, licking his lower lip. "At least, I hope there is."
( Why, oh way Biower didn`t give Hawke chance to romance handsome knight captain?)