~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."
Of course. Books were her world. It was strange to think how someone so young could live in stories instead of life. She was so different from her twin—quiet, serious, and always alone.
