The next day, Lincoln woke up to the sound of his door creaking open. He kept his eyes close when he smelt Abby's sent. Her little feet padded on the floor towards his bed. Lincoln refrained from smiling.
The room went silent for a while and he stayed not moving. He didn't know what she was doing but he kept his eyes close. It was only after a few more seconds that the sound of pitter-patter foot hitting the ground was heard and the door shut after. Lincoln bolted up to realize he was alone now in his room. That was strange. He looked to where he sensed Abby stood and he noticed something in her place. A single tuff of baby's breath laid on the grown almost disappearing into the white marble flooring. The prince recognized it to be from one of the pots in his garden. He picked it up with
