The night was unnaturally calm.The moon hung low above the treetops, its light spilling through the curtains of the room, dyeing Aurora's hair silver. Like the moon itself.
She had gone to bed with a soft smile that still lingered faintly on her lips, remembering how the maids had laughed at her silly attempts to fold linens, or knead dough or how Damien’s eyes had softened when he saw her chatting with them.
But the calm didn’t last.
Somewhere in the deep silence, a sound began. Faint. Distant. Like wind blowing through the woods… or a voice calling her name.
“Aurora…”
Her body tensed. Her eyes fluttered beneath closed lids, her fingers twitching against the blanket. The voice came again — stronger this time, melodic, neither male nor female but something in between.
“Can you hear m
