Chapter 156. Gift Basket

Give not into the fear that plunges souls into the great evil that is war.

The words resounded in Alethea’s head as she stared up at the living room ceiling. Margaret had provided her with a mattress to sleep on for the night and a warm blanket to cover herself. She peered at the ceiling’s carvings silently as thoughts of Desmond flooded her mind.

“Desmond has changed,” she thought to herself, tightening her grip on the blanket. She rolled onto her right side, resting her head on her right lower arm.

“Desmond doesn’t care about the throne as much as he used to,” she thought again, pushing out a sigh and shutting her eyes.

“Desmond is a good prince now.” She rolled over to her left, her brows furrowing in worry. Thoughts continued to flood her head, images of the past Desmond flashing back and forth in her mind. “Argh!” She let out a groan, pulling the blanket over her head.

After a silent moment, she let out a soft breath and pulled the blanket off he