Restless Kingdom

Vittoria

My reflection in the mirror was calm enough, but I could still feel the lingering remnants of Dante's kiss before, the residue of warmth he left behind when he departed. It was odd, the way his presence continued to linger after the room dropped into silence.

I tied back my hair, brushing the strands from my face, and fastened the clasp on my blouse. The morning would be mundane. Silent.