Time slowly passed...
Another morning arrived.
As usual, the white-haired girl, Olivia, went to the flower-filled nursery to find Elias.
The bench was empty, the usual solitary figure nowhere in sight.
Olivia's brow furrowed slightly.
He sat here every day; why wasn't he here today?
She quickly turned and hurried back to the mansion.
"Your Highness, breakfast is ready..."
Olivia immediately looked at the Caroline of her dream world, "Where is Elias? Where is he?"
"Mr. Elias should still be in his room, hasn't woken up yet," she responded.
Lately, due to Elias's low spirits, Olivia had suspended all etiquette lessons and stopped the maids from waking him, letting the habitual late-riser sleep in.
But the Elias she knew had grown accustomed to waking up on time...
With this in mind, Olivia, without a moment's delay, rushed anxiously toward his room.
