Alarick sat down in Cillian’s study, waiting for Charlotte to finish speaking with his father. He had a little anxiety about the meeting between them but he could do nothing but hope for the best. He flipped through some of the documents that Vivian had brought the day before, trying to differentiate what was important and what was not, when the door burst open. Charlotte poked her head into the room and on sighting Alarick, she entered. She crinkled the dress as she looked around the room. It had been ages since she had been inside that space. It was still the same from the tapestry to the clock on the wall to the same wooden desk she had scribbled on whenever she came to see Cillian. From what she remembered, the last time was when she was a child and she came to see her father. Jonathan was in the study with Cillian going through some files, like always when she ran in and embraced them both. Charlotte shook her head to get those thoughts out of her mind. She didn’t need to be thi
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