The following day was met with sunshine and a cool breeze. The birds were even tweeting, signaling that spring was in full swing. Leaves had turned a deep shade of green.
It was as if the day before had never happened.
It was as if Kingspell’s patriarch had not died.
Soraya woke up, gasping, bolting out of her bed as if from a nightmare or a realization. The day was not going to be stormy as they had hoped.
Five days left, a voice seemed to ring in her head.
“Adrian? Adrian?”
There was silence. The princess was suddenly afraid – more afraid than ever. She rushed to go about her daily toilette, dressing in another black dress, ready for anything. Soraya wished that she had the tunic that she wore when she went to Adrian’s cabin for the last time. She realized that it was prepare
