Adele lay facing her window when the door opened. She didn't turn when her door opened slowly in the most scandalous way.
She already knew who it was.
The scent alone was enough.
Torak.
She shut her eyes briefly, swallowing a heavy lump in her throat in anticipation of what her father would do if he ever decided to walk in at the wrong moment.
Behind her, Torak stepped inside fully.
"I brought you flowers," he said quietly behind her. He paused when she did not reply. He knew she wasn't asleep yet. He could hear her breathing.
Softer, trying not to disturb her fragile silence, he spoke again. "Lily of the valley."
Adele didn't move.
Her gaze stayed fixed on the moon outside her window, pale and indifferent in the sky like it had no stake in anything she was going through.
"Take them away," she said flatly. "Good night, Torak."
A soft breath left him.
"You love them," he said anyway. "I'm sorry I haven't gotten you any in a while."
