>>Aelin
A few days passed.
The maids kept rotating their shifts to watch over me. I was even accompanied to the bathroom. But nothing was bothering me. It was like my feelings had shut down.
I had started to feel numb
And that's when it started. Letters. I started getting handwritten letters from the demons.
The letters came every morning without fail. I didn't know who delivered them. No footsteps ever echoed outside my door, no shadow ever lingered in the hall. But whenever I woke up—early, always before dawn despite going to bed well past midnight—they would be there. Stacked neatly on the small bedside table.
For a while, I ignored them, letting the pile grow. I mean I had no reason to open them. Why would anyone send me letters anyway?
