Lucille’s POV
“This is your room… your former room actually,” Lucas said to me, his smile not leaving his face ever since we got back to the King’s mansion.
“Go in…” He opened the door, and the first wave of scent that wafted into my nose was the same scent I used to get whenever I got into my room years ago. A fruity vanilla scent. I took a step inside to see that everything was just the same. I was certainly a girl living her life.
They had not touched or remodeled anything.
“When you left when you were 19, father and I chose to leave your room this way… well we were too hurt to do anything about it. And we just left it the way it was.”
“A while back, Father started to clean your room himself. He missed you so much but could never bring himself to call you. And when you called da
