By the next few weeks, Estelle wasn't allowed to move anywhere other than her own room and the garden. Every time she walked, she would be bundled by thick coats and shawl. Either one person would accompany her own two while at night Magnus would be there with her, awake while reading her books. He would sat on the beside, gently playing with her hair while he read one line after another patiently.
Though most of the stories were more bloody than the others, she enjoyed hearing his voice that was so soothing deep to her soul. She couldn't help but find herself taken by his whispers, the words that made her imagine of the views that he would describe so soulfully with his voice.
