Chapter 51

Charlotte POV:

I listened to the world outside my bedroom. I was curled up in my king size bed, drowning happily in the comfort of thick blankets and pillows as my gaze laid upon the perfectly painted door that stood tall, allowing me my privacy. After time of proper care to the door, it tightly grasped the hinges it was locked onto. As if showing the unyielding bond it possessed with the other inanimate object, sealed together as if meant to be. My trained eyes could see the tiny cracks spread here and there underneath the gorgeous coat of navy blue. Battle wounds from the unnecessary misused it suffered from being slammed upon by the powerful patrons that stayed in the castle.

They didn't know that their usual behavior caused the slight blemish. What seemed normal to them slowly began to impaired the sturdy yet fragile door. The door stood as a sign of growth, but just like me, it shows the consequences to lack the ability to properly communicate.

I strained my ears to listen. I nee