PART TWO: CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

Zaramanni had often wondered what the rooms on the other side of the manor were like. So, with seriousness, she took in the interior of the grand fireplace room they were in, and she found that the space was more beautiful than her room.

Coupled with the delightful use of reddish-brown wood that created architectural magic, the plain walls, heavily patterned drapes, and growing warmth made the space more comfortable to look at and be in.

“Here,” Clarissa said, her hand stretching a ceramic cup in Zara’s way, the steam emitting from the object making Zaramanni curious about the content of the cup.

Bracing her lips for the slight torture that it was about to face, Zaramanni surfaced her nostrils above the steam and noted the sweet smell the liquid was giving. If her guess was right, it smelled almost like the strawberry tea her Granny took four times a week.

Soon, the heated liquid went down her throat in small sips, the burning sensation dying before the drink could reach the back of