The door slowly closed behind Olivia, but Milena stayed a long time with her thoughts a bit lost, her hand holding that quill without writing a single word. Then, she left out a faint sigh, and put it down, grabbing that cup of warm milk instead. As usual, they had added a faint lavender and honey flavor to it. In silence, Milena slowly drunk it, feeling a bit soothed by the warm liquid going down her throat.
The snow was slowly falling outside, and the crackling of the fireplace was the only sound to be heard in her large bedroom. She had never found that kind of warmth and peace while sleeping alone at the Castle. In fact, each second spent in the large canopy bed, she missed her husband twice as more, no matter how hot her bed was. Here, at least, she could relax in the familiar scent
