A gift.
That's what Leandra expected.
She was excited to find out what lies behind the door that the golden key opens the moment it's in her hands. But she restrained herself, resisting the pull of curiosity. It was a gift meant for her, meant to hold meaning, and so she was resolved to wait.
Only when the moment was truly special would she check the address.
Despite the fracture in trust, there were moments when she wandered late at night about the gift.
And she also imagined how surprised she would be when she finally opens the door.
But never did she expect it to be like this.
Creak…
Leandra didn't need to push the door open as the wind helped her open it.
"Lucivar…?" She called meekly.
Even though Mirel seemed to be certain that he was already gone, like Ravenna, she'd never believe it until she saw a body. Unfortunately, as soon as the door opened enough for her to glimpse inside, the lingering hope that she had inside was crumbling.
