len

y reflection in the mirror. It wasn't a dream, and

l be over now? What will happen wit

ay quietly on the couch where we had d

him, Vanilla and salt, but h

orknob turned, an

iding my eyes. "The King insists th

here is he

mansion early

hat's fine.

rgiven me. Everyone knows how much he loves this room, t

the maid avo

us to share the room together. So I to

mb lingered over 'end call'-had last night mea

't think

visited Father in a while and I needed to tell my step m

is forehead as I tried to

unable to talk . Sometimes he would write things on pap

n't been able to come see you; a lot has happ

re, encouraging me to

a is nowhere to be found, and Mortina had to make me wear her scen

esting on his lap. A warm tear hit my arm. Father had

wiped away his tears. He was finally

on the mirror dresser, which he always did when

is hands, watching carefully as he wrote. I wa

me clear: "H

, but he stopped writing. "What a

na. "Still playing devoted daughter

. Why are you disturbi

ortina," I replied, rolling my eyes. For s

against the doorframe, eyeing me as

playing house," she said coldly. "O

my dress. "I came to visit Fat

om. "That man barely recognizes you anymore. But

ins as if she owned the room,

nts and choosing my words carefully. "A while ago, I sent a

port?" s

replied quickly, forc

en bring up

ed in what Xavier sees and doesn't see.

"No. Like I said, it

eding the Spray sc

lena. You're only standing where Helena was meant to

ehind my back.. "That

g it, Xavier would have made the announcement. Just stop being delusional.

suspicious look,

rom trying to write. I sat beside him and whispered, "

t back. The room felt cold.. His scent had faded

ne? And why had

otsteps approaching.

at didn't go down well wit