~Storme~
The next morning, after the crack of dawn, I slipped out of King Marcellus’s room.
He was still deeply asleep, and didn’t move all through the night. There was a moment when I thought that he might have died, but his snores had said otherwise.
I’d wanted him to wake up and still see me beside him, but he was taking too long. I was already very uncomfortable as it was and I needed to get a good sleep.
I held my breath as I closed the door softly behind me. My feet moved on instinct, swift and silent, carrying me down the long corridor toward the sanctuary of my room.
When I entered my room, the last thing I expected was to find Theo waiting for me.
He stood near the window, bathed in the soft glow of the early morning sun, his arms crossed over his chest. His piercing gaze l
