After speaking with King Alistair, Maxen dragged his feet to his bedroom. Although his conversation with his dad plagued his mind the entire time he was walking, his feet automatically stopped in front of the threshold of his bedroom.
For a second, he stood in front of the door to gather his bearings and clear his thoughts just in case he roused Olivia up in her sleep upon entering.
Scratching the skin above his eyebrows, he took one deep breath, releasing all his pent up stress through pursed lips.
His hand then wrapped around the brass doorknob, gingerly twisting it in a certain way he knew that it won't make a squeak.
After all, even with the utmost care and maintenance of The Highlands, most of the things inside were antique including the squeaking doorknob that Olivia loved to make fun of every time she got the chance to open the door for herself.
