She got dressed in a simple shirt she found in the closet, and went down to the rooftop garden. The place was surprisingly serene. Murmuring fountains, well-kept flowers, and birds flying free in a setting that seemed to belong to another world so opposite to the hell she was living in.
She dragged the chair back slowly and sat, her eyes scanning the garden. She hated how peaceful it looked. Everything here was too controlled, too clean, like someone forced it to stay perfect while she crumbled inside. It made her sick.
Emily appeared shortly after, bringing breakfast.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked, placing the tray down.
Seraphina raised an eyebrow. “Aside from being trapped in a golden castle with a lunatic murderer, I slept like an angel.”
Emily let out a muffled laugh. “You talk
