Lucille

Beyond the windows of my bedchamber, the moon glistened in the dark sky and specks of stars were visible through a thin veil of clouds. In the last few days, temperatures had plummeted, clearing the air and coating Molave City with a glittery frost. Placing my hand on the pane, the outside cold radiated to my palm as the window filled with condensation.

Three times I’d gone out to the connecting parlor looking for Roman. I ...