Lucille

Beyond the windowpanes, a light flurry of snow swirled in the cold wind, reflecting like small crystals in the light of the streetlamps. The clock read close to eleven by the time Roman finally arrived back to our apartments. As soon as I heard him enter, I made my way to his side. Lord Martin stepped away as I entered, leaving us with a bow and wishes for a restful night.

Despite the late hour, as I scanned from his head to his ...