GEORGINA'S POV.
The night was quiet in the castle, the only sound was the soft breeze outside the windows. The moonlight streamed in, casting a faint glow in my room.
I sat quietly in front of my mirror, dressed in my nightwear, combing my long hair slowly. Each stroke of the comb felt soothing, as the strands fell smoothly over my shoulders.
The silence was peaceful, and the moonlight reflected off the glass, making the moment feel calm and still. The castle, though large and cold, seemed to taking a rest.
The door opened slowly, Joana walked in, carrying a bowl in her right hand, her mouth stuffed with something, it was obvious she went for a midnight snack
“What do you have in your hand?” I laughed turning to her.
“I am not sharing,” she replied hiding the bowl behind her, he
