Chapter 476: The Forgotten Tale Of A Widow
Sunlight poured through the high clerestory window of the old stone building. As the rays illuminated the room, dust motes danced in the light’s path, creating a warm glow.
The air was infused with the earthy scent of aged wood and dried herbs, a testament to the lives that once thrived there.
The cool stone walls felt solid and reassuring, while the wooden beams overhead creaked softly with the breeze. Overall, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, a comforting contrast to the stormy night that had passed before.
Last night felt nearly like a blizzard, with biting cold swirling outside like a tempest. However, today was different; the severe weather gave way to a gentle warmth that made last night seem almost like a lie.
A sudden knock on the window startled the drowsy governess, causing her head to nod forward. She shook off the remnants of sleep and turned toward the latched door. A flicker of worry crept in, despite knowing the place was safe.
"It’s me, Sir McQuinn," came the familiar voice from outside, bringing her a sense of relief.
Helen hastily rose from her seat, quickly fixing her clothes and wiping away the drool from her chin as she made her way to the door, welcoming the returned knight.
Damon appeared at the threshold, holding two parcels in his hands.
"I brought some food, drinks, and other necessities," he said.
Helen swung the door wider and stepped aside, allowing the knight to enter. His heavy boots thudded against the wooden floor with each stride as he placed the items on a rustic table. The knight’s gaze then settled on Anna, lying unconscious on a makeshift bed near the wall, swathed in a thick blanket.
"How is she?" he asked in a quiet voice, careful not to disturb the sleeping princess.