• DREVON •
I stood in front of the golden double doors exactly as I remembered, but I did picture them taller. So many memoriesforced their way into my head, many I thought I'd forgotten, but being here with the familiar scent and nostalgia—I realized I never forgot.
I threaded my fingers through my hair, droplets trickling to the floor. Here I was, soaked to the bone, and had to attend court.
I smirked. Well played, Mother, your message was passed well. Her actions were enough to know she wasn't pleased with me.
Regardless, I'm not concerned with a reprimand; it was the least of my worries, and I can deal with Mother. My main thoughts were focused on Eloise...she should be within my wing by now.
I trusted Garrick to keep her safe; he might have been grumpy about it, but he knew how important Eloise was to me—he wouldn't fail me. However, I needed to get back to her as soon as possible; being away from her did not feel right. First, I need to deal with this.
