The room Fey referred to as Kieran's turned out to be a large chamber once occupied by his parents. With a heavy heart, Kieran walked down the corridor, inevitably reminiscing about how he used to pass through this place as a child, awake in the middle of the night due to bad dreams.Standing in front of the grand wooden door, Kieran clenched his fists. He used to knock on this door and call out to both his parents. "Pa... Ma..." Two words that would never feel the same unless he said them to summon both of his parents.After steeling his resolve, Kieran pushed the door open. A strange scent of blueberries immediately greeted him, accompanied by the dim light from the bedside lamp on the nightstand. The room was spacious, with three walls lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. On one side, devoid of bookshelves, lay a large, freshly made bed adorned with satin drapes.Approaching the nightstand, Kieran switched on the lamp atop it, casting a bit more light into the roo

Gently grasping the mane of his large, white steed, Dravon relished the raindrops trickling down his face. As they journeyed down the quiet roads towards the distant hill, Dravon lost track of time spent on horseback. Perhaps around three hours. Yet, he felt no weariness. For it was the first time he had ridden in a year.Though Dravon's current mount was but a large white horse rumored to be frail and short-lived, he held a deep affection for the creature. He even bestowed upon it the name Hope, aligning it with Will's name, though Will need not know. Silently resolving to ride alone more often to foster a closer bond with Hope, as he had grown too accustomed to traveling by carriage.For what seemed like an eternity, Dravon finally caught sight of Star Hill. The hill earned its name for its round, modest size, crowned with garden lights and fairy lights adorning its trees. One of the grand estates, a source of pride for the Zephyr family, the oldest and most respected lineage in Val

"Thank you so much, Fey," Julian expressed gratitude as Fey kindly handed him several cleaning tools he needed to tidy up his father's house. "Let me be the one to move all of this into the car.""Make sure you use all these tools carefully," Fey cautioned him. "But if any of them get damaged, please let me know. So I can call the equipment repairman right away.""Alright, Fey," Julian nodded, watching Fey's back as she walked away from the kitchen and pantry. With no one around, Julian let out a sigh of sadness. He quickly grabbed a large vacuum cleaner and a mop stick, along with a small basin to hold cleaning cloths, floor soap, and other supplies, carrying them all out through the glass door in the kitchen.As Julian crossed the backyard of the manor towards his car parked in the narrow parking lot at the edge of the yard, he thought about how much he didn't want to do this. Cleaning the house and ice cream shop for the last time and selling it, was like saying goodbye to his fathe

"The weather in Umbravale is exceptionally clear today," remarked Grand Duke Elios as their car had just left the hotel where they had stayed overnight, passing by two opposing flower shops, on their way to Manor Nyxshade.Lana didn't realize she had been staring at the baby's-breath flowers for too long until the Grand Duke abruptly hit the brakes. Surprised, Lana turned to her master's son. "Why have we stopped here, Your Grace?" she inquired."We must purchase a bouquet of flowers as a token of congratulations for the new Duke of Umbravale," replied the Grand Duke as he stepped out of the car. Lana did the same, eagerly eyeing the baby's-breath flowers she had seen earlier."Which one do you like?" Suddenly, Lana felt a touch on her back. Just briefly, as the Grand Duke stood behind her to see which flower she was admiring.Lana quickly stepped back and turned to face the Grand Duke. Being near the fragrant flowers uplifted Lana's mood greatly. That's why she smiled as she suggeste

The sunlight streaming through the glass windows of the palace dining room formed mysterious shadowy patterns resembling a fence. Occasionally, a gentle breeze flowed in through the vents, cooling the entire room. Vikrant leisurely ate his salad and potato slices on his plate. His body felt weary after completing his and Dravon's work since last night. The cursed child had disappeared since then, and not a single servant or knight knew where he had gone. Perhaps the serving girl, who doubled as a spy, knew something, but the royal spy mentioned that the girl seemed to have some dealings with the Zephyr family. Vikrant could ask her later. People tend to be more honest at the right moment. Besides, Vikrant needed rest.Suddenly, the dining room door swung open. Despite Vikrant's instructions to the servants not to let anyone into the dining room except for him, there was, of course, one person they couldn't stop.As the king sat at the head of the table, he appeared frail and feeble.