Beryl's POV
Mrs. Wynd gave me a music box. It was exquisitely made, but I had absolutely no idea what it was for. A collector's item?
Mrs. Wynd said it would help me feel calm. I accepted the gift with gratitude.
It was just that I still didn't understand what she meant by the Phoenix. Could it be new witchcraft? I couldn't imagine what that had to do with me.
I had become a terrible insomniac, and I sighed.
From nightfall to watching the clock tick by, I couldn't fall asleep.
I'd try my luck, closing my eyes, but no luck.
I picked up the music box and looked at it, opening and closing it repeatedly, until the gentle music began to play.
The music was soft, tender, deep, and steady, sending a warm current through my heart.
I watched it for a good while, trying to figure out w
