'Thud.'
I slammed my notebook into the table and leaned back. The clock ticked mockingly. It's already two in the morning and I have yet to connect the dots.
Am I too sleepy?
Maybe I should take a rest like Azriel said.
I stood up and was about to walk over to the bed when the scent of fresh flowers invaded my nose, making my steps halt.
Before I knew it, I was already walking towards the vase, touching its petals carefully.
The assortment were filled with flowers I often saw in the garden at the back of the Arki Le Meo palace–Lilacs, Forget-me-nots, primroses, and Asters.
He must have picked them up in a haste when he woke up and saw that he missed dinner.
Ah…
Seriously…
You're supposed to be cold. Tyrannical. Act like you're allergic to women until you met Sienna Harlowe.
That's how you're supposed to be.
That's your character.
A character as unmovable, impenetrable, and frigid as a snowy mountain.
