𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔫

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔶-𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

Prisoner—Raphael Lake, Aaron Levi, Daniel Ryan Murphy
𝔎𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔞'𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔳

"Knock knock," a feminine voice says while tapping a fist against one of the double doors that lead into my chambers.

My eyes lift from the hardcover in my hands, and I sit up. "Come in."

The left door opens, and I see Walburga standing in the hallway, leaning against the door frame. She is dressed in a dress that hugs the curves of her body, rises a few inches above her knees, and has small cutouts on the sides of her torso—definitely not a dress for walking through the manor. "What are you doing right now?"

I gesture to the book in my hands. "Just reading."

She raises a brow. "Are you really spending your Christmas break with a book in your hand?"

Her head tilts, and her eyes narrow. She looks me up and down before standing up straight. "Get up. You're coming with me."

My eyebrows furrow, but before I get a chance to ask her what she's planning, she turns around and walks away, saying, "I don't have all day to wait."

I set down my book on the coffee table and quickly get up from my spot on the creme armchair before walking after her.

By the time I catch up to her, she is already halfway down the staircase.

"Where are you going?" I ask her once we reach the bottom of the staircase.

She walks over to one of the elves standing by the large double doors that lead outside and grabs the black coat made of fur in its hands. She puts it on before grabbing the black purse the elf holds and putting on the hat in the elf's hands. Then she turns around to meet my gaze.

"We are going out."

My eyes widen. "I can't go out. It's not safe, and I'm not dressed."

She looks me up and down. "You're dressed well enough."

I glance down at my simple pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt. "I'm not dressed for the weather, and as I said, I can't just leave. It's not safe for me to do so."