Chapter 101 · GBD

Night had fallen. The ducal castle met the night earlier than the capital ever did.

After finishing her bath, Sereret stared blankly at the fire burning in the hearth — the servants had lit it before leaving. Then, something warm fell across her shoulders.

When she turned around, Yuan was there, draping a shawl over her.

“You’ll catch a cold. It’s not like Mosheli here.”

“It’s definitely not.”

Sereret smiled faintly and walked past him toward the bed.

Maybe it was because of the long train ride, or perhaps because returning to the place where she’d died in her previous life weighed on her heart — either way, she felt drained and lethargic.

“Are you tired?”

“Yes. I think I should sleep.”

Sereret answered and lay down. The blankets, warmed by the servants, felt cozy and soft.

“Sleep well.”

Yuan watched her as she buried herself into the bed. Only…