I wake up.
The morning is bright and everyone is bustling around. I ask.
They won't tell me why. Giving me such strange looks.
Had I forgotten something?
I couldn't even find the Count in his study like he always.
I left for the library.
He let me in there now. His icy complex was warming up and melting away.
I can't seem to get the memory of him holding me to his chest out of my mind.
It lingers like sounds in the garden.
Constantly.
But what I did think of next was what was in the library.
He sat on a chair and held out a book to me.
YOU ARE READING
Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
