We were left alone inside a room, a guest room on the ground floor. No one uses this room unless there is an important guest that visits the palace, but since most visitors are often just people from the kingdom, most of the time they go straight to the rooms or offices that the person they came for uses.
“Sit down,” the woman said coldly. I did what I was told and sat across her seat. Right then, I finally managed to see her up close. But as soon as I sat down, Beatrice didn’t start the conversation immediately. Instead, she looked outside through the windows of the room and watched the snow that had begun to fall once again.
“Do you like the winter, Anastasia?” she suddenly asked without bothering to glance in my direction. I pondered why for a minute before saying anything, since my
