After Lucien finally drifted off to sleep, Alina carefully stood from the bedside, making sure not to wake him.
She gave one last glance at his peaceful face – his tiny hand still loosely holding the corner of his blanket–before tiptoeing out of the room.
The hallway outside was quiet.
She walked slowly, making her way back downstairs, following the path the maid had shown her earlier. The castle was large, moody, and old, but something about it felt less cold than before. Maybe because of the little boy upstairs.
When she reached her guest room, she stepped inside and closed the door gently behind her. She let out a small sigh and sat on the edge of the bed, stretching her arms.
Her body was tired.
She stood up and walked over to the wardrobe, curious if there was anything inside she could wear to sleep. When she opened the tall wooden doors, her eyes widened.
Neatly arranged on the shelves… were clothes.
Her size.
