The wind is howling through the empty halls again. It’s a quiet night, which is exactly how I prefer it. No distractions, no unnecessary noise... just the cold.
Wait, did one of the maids leave a box of honeyed pastries in the pantry? I'm certain I told them I have no interest in such trivial, sugary things. It would be a waste to let them sit there, wouldn't it?
Does anyone else find that the coldest nights are often the most... unsettling?