Tracking the days she was under Caspian’s roof was the only thing she could do to keep herself occupied.
It has been three days since the man went to the room she’s in—something considered being inappropriate from the status and situation they’re in. Their talk had been brief but enlightening. At least they wouldn’t have to open up that topic again for a while—that is what she assumes after agreeing with the Dragon.
Mages are their enemies, and Flavia was one of them.
It’s not possible for her to accept everything overnight, but she’s trying. With the space Caspian has given her, she started to deal with her thoughts alone. It was a tedious process—waking up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, and bothered with her dreams, which are the same ones every time. She prayed to the
