William stepped out of Anastasia's study and walked through the quiet palace corridors before eventually stopping in front of a familiar chamber.
After a brief pause, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
A few seconds later, the door slowly opened. On the other side stood Tamasya.
The moment her black obsidian-like pupils met his, she immediately puffed her cheeks into an annoyed pout and turned away to face the wall.
William blinked once before smiling instinctively. Her hairstyle was different today.
The soft curls framing her face gave her an unusually delicate appearance that contrasted with the irritation visible in her expression.
"You look stunning," William said honestly.
Instead of softening her mood, however, his compliment earned him a cold death stare.
"What are you here for?" Tamasya asked sternly.
William frowned. For some reason, every woman around him seemed unusually hostile today.
First his mother, and now Tamasya.
