Few days later
Location: Abby’s Mansion, My Room | Weather: Cold rain tapping on the glass, the scent of ginger soup lingering in the air.
I’m home.
Or whatever this mansion has become after everything. A place with warmth, sure. But not peace. Not anymore.
Norma and Anita practically tucked me in like a child when I arrived—fretting over my drenched cloak, scolding the Prince’s guards for not warning them sooner. Annabel shoved soup into my hands with this look like she might cry if I didn’t eat every spoonful.
I love them. I needed them.
But now, I’m alone again. There’s rain against the window, and the smell of jasmine tea curls like a ghost around my desk. I should rest. But instead, I write. Because if I don’t, I think I might drown in the silence.
Things I know for sure:
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