Adrian stood by the window of his room, quietly looking out at the world drowned in shadows, dimly illuminated by the pale moon hanging above the night sky.
Sir Avalon's words were still on his mind, as if echoing inside.
'For some reason… I feel that Grandmother would've given me a similar answer.'
Adrian's thoughts still hadn't changed, nor had his beliefs.
Still…
'It wouldn't be bad to at least try.'
And with that thought, Adrian turned away from the window and lay down on his bed.
***
'Am I in trouble?'
Evangeline couldn't help but think that for the nineteenth time. It was early in the morning, and she was still sitting in the guest room of the Ravenshade mansion.
Yesterday, when she was about to get inside her carriage to return home, a servant came to her and told her that—
