Liliette sat listlessly on the swing, her figure draped in a deep green robe that covered her from head to toe. She heard the snow crunching softly beneath Tristan’s boots as he approached.
“A swing hanging from a tree. Just like the one you always dreamed of when you were little,” he remarked.
Vlad’s castle was vast, with many secluded spots perfect for hiding away. The place Liliette had chosen was a quiet corner of the backyard, not far from the woods.
“Did your husband make it for you? Maybe he’s more romantic than I thought. Dandelion and I were worried when he left you alone for an entire week after the wedding,” Tristan added, sitting on a rock near her. “Take off your hood. Let me see your face.”
“I want to be alone, Tristan,” Liliette replied softly.
