Oliver
I turned to the windows within my office.
White.
The glaring white of millions of blinding crystals reflecting the sun's glow beneath a blue sky. The entire region of Monovia was covered by a thick blanket. While the accumulation had stopped growing, the wind continued whipping the snow about, creating drifts resembling waves on the sea.
The scene made me cold, yet memories of Lucille turned up the heat.
After I'd tucked her into her own bed, I spent hours pacing back and forth. Pacing had never been a thing for me until recently. Perhaps it was because my only space to fully be myself was within the confines of my bedchamber. Last night, I added Lucille's bedchamber to that list.
I should trust Lady Buckingham.
I should.
How many times had she seen bruises or marks left
