After sometime, Madeline's eyes turned heavy, and she fell asleep while facing Calhoun. The smile that was on his face while she was awake had slowly died down, and he looked at her sleeping face. Calhoun had remembered what his mother once told him,
'Sometimes, all secrets are not meant to be told. A harmless lie to protect someone is alright.'
Though there were some things he didn't tell Madeline, it didn't hurt keeping them himself on what happened in the past, while letting her know just enough, which was more than what he let any other person know about him. He had stopped caressing her cheek so that it wouldn't disturb her sleep, moving his hand back to her waist whilst he watched her.
His thoughts went back to the time when he had entered the castle. It wasn't his father who had tried to find him, but Calhoun had made sure for his father to notice him, to let him know that he existed.
