Zadekiah’s POV
“Butler and Nanny Beatrice have arrived.” The brush halted over the smooth surface. I stared at the canvas. Black and white with lines carefully lined with intention. My art.
I sighed, looking over my shoulders. Isaac was there.
Both hands drawn to his back, head slightly tilted at the painting.
“Good. Let them attend to Sovia. No one comes to my wing and disturbs me. “ My attention flickered back to the art in front of me. A pair of eyes peeled into mine.
I knew who they belonged to — that woman.
One who wouldn’t let me sleep, and the more her face kept peeling into my memory, the ache at the back of my head intensified.
My finger pinched the space between my brows. Ever since I woke up in this life, this ache always lingered and now it seems the medication is no
