After my walk with the wolf, I felt a bit lighter, but the weight of everything still hung in the air, clinging to me like a shadow I couldn’t quite shake. As I walked back into the castle, my father gave me a small nod of understanding before he left me alone to gather my thoughts.
The room that had been made for me was still in disarray, dusty and cluttered with the remnants of a past life that I didn’t quite understand. It was clear that this space hadn’t been touched in years, maybe even decades. My father had told me that this room was mine, but it didn’t feel like mine—not yet.
I sighed, looking around at the old furniture, the faded curtains, and the thick layers of dust that covered everything. It was up to me to make this room feel like home.
I grabbed a rag and a bucket of wat
