MILDRED
MOTH TO A FLAME
I chuckled by the window which held the elegant view of the well-tended garden, staring out at the two chipmunks as they attempted to sneak down from the birches. They were cloaked in fear of being spotted and they were adorable to look at.
They tend to entertain me that morning. It was a little over one week now since Enid had vehemently warned me to stay behind his closed doors. Where I was to pine away until the hundredth day of our marriage.
I had obliged. Some days, I had my meals here and it was just on three occasions had he invited me to join the table. The three times were the days a few nobles came over for dinner.
I was bored out of my mind. There was no nook to the room I didn't know now by heart. I sought great entertainment from the window and I
