Merry watched her as she curtsied to the Steward. She dipped gracefully, head bowed, her long golden hair falling around her face. Faramir took her hands and placed a kiss upon them. The kiss lingered and Faramir kept his eyes on her, his desire obvious even across the room.
Merry sighed and set down his fork, the food tasteless on his tongue anyway. There had been no promises between them, and he'd be a fool to think there ever could be. He'd even told her he was happy for her. So why did it hurt so much to see them?