LOGINLady Winona Adler, the new consort, bears an uncanny resemblance to me when I first entered the palace. King Edward Wright showers her with fine silk, rare pearls, and all kinds of expensive gifts. She sets her sights on the white agate rabbit Edward has carved for me with his own hands. "His Majesty says that if I fancy something, I may have whatever I wish. You're old now, Lady Rosalyn. You don't deserve something this lovely and delicate." During the argument, the maid accompanying Lady Winona deliberately drops the rabbit and shatters it. Edward rushes over upon hearing the news, his tone edged with reproach. "If Winona wants it, just give it to her. It's just a worthless piece of stone. Why are you making such a fuss over it?" I stare at the shattered pieces scattered across the floor and suddenly remember how his hands were covered in small cuts and trembling when he gave it to me. It has only been nine years, and everything has changed. I've had enough. "Inform the Royal Household that I will be departing for Holy Brook Abbey to spend three years in prayer tomorrow."
View MoreThree days after the decree granting my departure from the palace was issued, Edward came.It was his third visit to the abbey. But this time, there was no royal procession. He did not even bring Martin.He came alone, wearing a slightly worn blue-gray robe, looking like an ordinary pilgrim as he made his way up the stone steps.I saw him at the gate, holding something in his hands. When he came closer, I finally realized what it was—the white agate rabbit.The rabbit had been shattered into so many pieces, yet Edward had painstakingly set each one back in place.Fine golden lines tracing the breaks glinted in the sunlight. The gold held the broken pieces together, making the rabbit look almost whole again, perhaps even more intricate than before.Edward stopped in front of me and held it out."The broken pieces have been joined with gold. The craftsman says it's even stronger than it was before."His voice was soft, as though he were trying to comfort someone he knew he could
In early April, Lily returned with news that something serious had happened in the palace.Lady Winona had slipped up in front of Edward.It all started with something small.That day, Edward had casually mentioned that there was a reason he had carved the white agate rabbit for me.Lady Winona must have thought it was the perfect opportunity to ingratiate herself with the king, so she smiled and said, "I heard Lady Rosalyn's grandmother used to raise rabbits, so Your Majesty had this rabbit carved for her as a reminder of home. That was very thoughtful of you."My grandmother raised rabbits too. I suppose that's another thing Her Grace and I have in common."Edward was surprised that Lady Winona knew about my history with him and what the white agate rabbit meant to me.His expression darkened at once. "Who told you that?"Lady Winona froze, clearly unprepared for the question. She hurried to explain herself, but the more she tried to talk her way out of it, the more suspiciou
On the ninth day of March, Edward came to the abbey for the second time.This time, he brought a royal procession with him. Attendants lined the stone steps halfway up the mountain, and royal guards stood in formation at the abbey gates, banners snapping in the wind.The commotion was so loud that even Beatrice came out of the side hall to take a look from a distance.Edward was dressed in plain clothes, but even without his royal robes, he carried himself with unmistakable authority.He walked up the stone steps alone, with Martin following behind him. When they reached the door of my room, Edward stopped Martin and went inside by himself.I was in the middle of copying sacred text.In the past month and a half, I had copied three full volumes. My wrist ached so badly I could hardly lift it. Yet I still wrote every day, until my fingers went numb and the tip of my quill began to tremble.Edward walked in and stood in front of me, looking at me for a long time."Rosie, on you
At the end of February, Gideon Farrow arrived at Holy Brook Abbey He was returning from the northern frontier with a dozen guards to give his report at court. On his way back to Norwick, he stopped at the abbey to light a memorial candle for the fallen soldiers.Lily tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "There's a group of soldiers here. The man leading them is tall, wearing a well-worn gray coat with a longsword at his waist. He looks like a general."I walked to the courtyard entrance and glanced into the abbey.He leaned forward over a small table beside the donation box, writing the name of a fallen soldier, his back remaining perfectly straight.When he finished, he set down his quill and rubbed his wrist. The moment he looked up, his eyes landed on me.He froze for a moment. "Rosalyn?"Lily let out a sharp gasp and instinctively stepped in front of me.Gideon walked toward us at a steady, unhurried pace.He stopped in front of me and studied my face, then glanced at my pl






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