Avery sat on the edge of the bed. She wore a silk robe over her night dress, wrapping it tight around her body and hugging herself. Her violet eyes stared at nothing. Not a light nor a shadow reflected in their blank expression.
How did things become like this?
Her eyes shut involuntarily. She gulped, repressing her darkest thoughts. Her hands balled into fists in the crook of her elbows. The indoor lights flickered off and only the lamps on the night tables stayed on. She let out a deep breath and fluttered her eyes open.
The dim room gave her comfort.
"Avery, is something the matter?" Jackson asked behind her as he sat on the opposite of the bed. His black hair was still damp from the shower. There was a tablet on his bed table which he'd read articles from before going to sleep.
But that didn't seem to be the case for tonight.
Knowing about this backstory all this time, it tickles me how a few readers theorized that Eve is actually a lost heiress or something--when it's actually Ambryan who holds that crown. XD
Have a good day!
Other ongoing work: Trust and Believe in Love