She glances at the desk, where the scraps of paper I found rest alongside an elegantly crafted quill. She nods with a smile and soon reappears with a small inkwell, just as refined as everything else in this castle. I set to work writing letters to my family, hoping Cassian will allow me to send them. I tell them about how everything is going here, my long walks in the garden, its beauty, the grandeur of the walls, and I make sure to reassure them by saying I’m fine. I don’t speak about my feelings or my thoughts regarding Cassian because I’m sure all my letters will be checked if they are sent. Doing this is how I spend part of my day, recounting my life and telling them about the things I’ve seen, including that little Phoenix named Luca. By the time I finish, I still have a couple of ho
