A couple of days had passed since Mikael took over the duties of the land's head. Most of his time was consumed by tending to the needs of Nicolaus' people.
Now, although it should have been his moment away from responsibilities, this particular evening was heavy with stillness.
Why? All Mikael could say was that he was just as confused.
He sat close to the crackling fireplace, watching its warmth battling the biting cold that seeped through the mansion's walls.
Across from him, Princess Seline eased into her seat, her fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of hot chocolate. The vapor curls rose and twisted from her drink, unfurling in the air as it mirrored the unspoken tension.
The firelight flickered, casting shadows that only deepened, making the moment suffocating.
Mikael could not help but wonder, 'Why does she want to speak with me?'
