She passed down the pathway and down the stairs. Michael was standing in the gardens looking at the dead flower branches. He was dressed in uniform. Lucia inspected him, hardly knowing what to say.
"It's been a while, Princess," He said sarcastically. Lucia tensed.
"I wrote to you. To both of you," Lucia said slowly.
"I'm honoured, I'm sure." Michael retorted. "Just look at you. I can hardly recognise you."
Lucia felt somehow embarrassed by his words. Her eyes flashed back to the balcony.
"Don't worry, I don't intend to keep you long."Michael cupped his hands and breathed into them. His breath steamed in the cold night air.
"I just came to give you this," He handed Lucia a letter. She couldn't make it out in the dark.
"It's from Clover," Michael explained. "We've been going through some of the wizard's old things. Clover knows a lot about magic. We might have found a way to seal the door again. Anyway, just read it,"
