A heavy snowfall blankets the Dunkerson castle, its white shroud muting the world into hushed stillness. It’s winter now and things are progressing as planned.Inside the King's chamber, a fire crackles, its warmth fighting against the chill seeping through the stone walls."Look at this," Gideon says, drawing me toward a window where delicate patterns of frost are painted on the glass. His breath fogs the pane as he traces a flower with his finger. It’s moments like this that he seems like a young child. “A flower for you.”"Nature's own artistry," I remark. I watch his quiet joy in such simple things. "You seem happy.""Indeed, I am," he turns to me, eyes gleaming. "I enjoy every moment with you, Serra."I look away the instant the memories of past winters flash through my mind. I quell it quickly and hope that Gideon did not see that flash of pain on my face."It’s beautiful," I say, and when Gideon opens his palm, I rest my hand over his.For a moment, we stand together. For outsi
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