Luka woke up at dawn the next morning, one that couldn't be seen due to the blizzard that had enveloped the townhouse. Without even needing to look out the windows, he could hear the whistling of strong winds blowing through the pine woods and against the sturdy stone walls of the building.
He laid back and stared up at the ceiling of his canopy bed, a wry smile on his face. The circumstances did nothing but worsen.
Like clockwork, there was a gentle knock on his door. It was almost like his housekeeper had telepathic powers.
Luka bid her to come in, reluctant to get out of bed and face the wretched day that fate had handed to him. He remained in bed, sitting up slightly to receive his housekeeper dressed in black.
Attica was already fully dressed for the day, and it was scarcely dawn. The view from the only open window was still dark, like it was night still, snow visibly blowing past the frozen window.
"My apologies for interrupting your sleep, Your Grace," She curtsied.
