Three years later . . .
The crisp winters air lent a sharp chill to the air that circulated through out the palace . It was nearing sun set and , just like every other day for the past month , the temperature would drop further . Winters at Esmond just did not seem to be a season I could get used to . The fireplace had been recently lit and the sound of the dry wood crackling as the fire caught to it filled the grand drawing room . It had been redecorated twice since my coronation until I liked the outcome .
The walls were painted a neutral tone with the larger wall covered in textured wall paper . In the middle of it sat a huge leather covered , L shaped longue suite with single accent seating along the open edge . The glass coffee table still sported it's child safety covered at the s
