Prisca's POV
A few days passed with the accustomed woks. I performed my day-to-day chores as a habit, but my mind was occupied by restless thoughts. Most of the time, I was immersed in my own world, thinking about the ducal family’s previous governess’s mysterious death.
At some point, I wondered if I am becoming obsessed over this matter like William Miller.
Even though I eagerly wish to know about the previous governess’s tragic destiny from Sophia, I forced my own curiosity into a corner. How am I supposed to interrogate a death that happened in their house!
Then, to make it worst, I began making a connection between incidents inside my head. The people who are secretly walking with candles in the midnight… the cursed west wing of the Wylanhild Park house… and now, the previous gove
