Victoria’s P.O.V.
The next morning dawned with a sense of renewed calm. The tension that had hung in the air like a storm cloud seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a fragile yet promising sense of normalcy. Alexander and I had spoken briefly over breakfast, our words carrying the unspoken promise of trust and understanding.
After breakfast, I decided to head to the library. The mansion’s massive collection of books was a haven for my restless mind, offering a temporary escape from the unanswered questions still lingering between us. As I wandered through the aisles, my fingers trailing over the spines of countless volumes, I couldn’t shake the feeling that today was just a calm before another storm.
Around mid-morning, I heard Alexander’s voice echoing through the hallways, coming fr
