Winter was fast approaching, the cold breeze in the air turning chillier with the prediction of snow. Soon, the first snow fall of the year would take place, and the Palace will once again be abuzz with activities to provide shelter for the less fortunate.
Edward had come by to check on Aurora, the two of them sharing their morning break fast after Tesarius had yet again rejected an audience with her.
"How are you feeling now?" Edward asked, glancing at her left hand that he very well knew was wrapped in bandages due to what his friend had done. Of course, Aurora had not shared about it with him, but if not for his sister, he'd never know. Yet he didn't tell the Empress he was aware of it, trying to save her the embarrassment that'd come with it.
But it seemed like Aurora's mind was elsewhere as she sipped from her cup, until the words tumbled out of her mouth before she knew it. "Mertyll is dead."
