Lady-sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt... ✰ < Reliable >

Her own face.

But the door to the west wing was locked once more.

A man stood at the window, his back to the door. He was tall, dressed in a coat the color of midnight, and he did not cast a reflection in the mirror beside him. When he spoke, his voice was like distant thunder. Lady-Sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt...

The candlelight went out.

Aunt Marguerite only poured the tea, and her hand did not tremble. Her own face

Aunt Marguerite’s voice floated through the door, soft as a lullaby: “Don’t run, darling. We were all seventeen once. And every family needs a new keeper of the west wing.”

Her silver-streaked hair was unbound, cascading past her waist. She wore a gown of liquid crimson, embroidered with constellations. In her lap lay a leather-bound book, its pages glowing faintly, and her lips moved in a language that sounded like rain falling on glass. He was tall, dressed in a coat the

The room was a sanctuary of oddities. Canvases leaned against every wall—portraits of people Sonia did not recognize, landscapes of places that did not exist. In the center stood a gilded chair, and upon it sat Aunt Marguerite, but transformed.