But her gaze landed on the canvas that portrayed a beautiful woman.
Esme was not unfamiliar with the face for some reason.
It seemed like she had seen it somewhere before.
As she looked at the painting, Esme realized that if she had to guess, then she would think that the woman in the painting was none other than her mother whose paintings she had seen in the Reis Castle when she was young.
Esme looked at the painting a little longer before looking around. Her gaze shifted to the letters strewn across the bed.
There were very few of them, nowhere near to the number of letters exchanged between a pair of lovers.
Her feet moved on their own till she found herself sitting on the bed and holding a letter in her hand.
'Zeph,
It has been a month since we last met. I promised to meet you near the northern forest border but my duties have been holding me up.
