The Fire.

~Fortuna~

The breeze brushed against my face as I walked toward my room. It came through the open windows, carrying with it the scent of the coming season. The winds were growing stronger each day, and I couldn't help but wonder if Xylonia was ready for what was ahead.

When I stepped into my room, I looked around—but the drawing wasn't there. The maids said no one had brought anything for me. I was surprised. Karl wouldn't lie about something like that. He said he sent it, so where was it?

Maybe it had been delivered to the wrong room.

I rushed out, hoping to find Angelina, but instead, I ran into Princess Rosa. She was sitting in the courtyard, reading, as usual.

"Why haven't you slept?" I asked, sitting beside her.

"I couldn't," she replied calmly. "This book's too interesting."