The first snow of the year fell without any mercy, to the point one could be buried in it till the knees. The Palace was no exception. While the servants tried their best to keep the pathways clear for the sovereigns to have it easy, the relentless snow would not let them take a breath, until they too finally decided they had done enough. It was time to clock in for the night.
When Tesarius returned back to his chamber for the night, he was greeted by the sight of Amalia in her nightgown, already present and ready for bed. But unlike her usual cheery self, she stood there in the center of the room like a ghost, not a hint of smile on her face.
"I thought you would want to retire in your own chamber for the night, My Lady." Tesarius said, turning away from her as he continued to pull on his cravat, waving Gart away when the man offered his assistance. "You have a whole Palace to yourself now, no threat of anyone coming for your neck. You can rest easy-"
"I told Aurora."
