"Simple. You tried to set him free...and I love him far too much to ever let him go. So-if you really do love him, I'd suggest going to look for him...because my poor sweet prince seems to be having trouble staying awake..."
Rowell was in the middle of the clearing alright-and the moonlight shining down on him showed all the RED-there was an arrow sticking out of his shoulder, blood pooling around him and soaking through the sleeve of his shirt. He didn't look dead though-or in pain for that matter. It looked like he was...sleeping. Rather peacefully...there was a small smile on his face. His breathing was normal too.