A week ago
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The sky had turned dark and the stars could be seen twinkling across the black canvas.
Lucien was yet to sleep even though she was in her nightgown. She had made herself seated in the living room with a quill on her right finger tapping against the white paper.
"My lady, what are you doing?" Rosetta had left a few hours ago, however, appeared again with a complicated look. "It's time for your sleep."
"I'm trying to write a letter and I know," Lucien responded without bothering to look at Rosetta. Her gaze fixated on the blank page with an anxious look.
"If it isn't an issue, who are you writing to in the middle of the night?" Rosetta stood a little further however, she could notice the emptiness on a white paper.
"I solely have no idea."
"......"
There was no other way to look for the Flamingo families here but to dig through out of the palace. Lucien couldn't even bring herself to go out without a particular reason.
