A short while before the purging trials…

Insomniac.

There was no sugarcoating it. No blaming it on nightmares. Simply insomniac.

It slowly drove you insane. Cracks, in the perfect porcelain doll facade. The Duchess.. was she struggling to sleep?

Was she plagued by dreams? Was she seeking a lover? Was there something beneath her bed? A demon in her mind?

The guesses got outright stupid as they went from normal, to stir-the-pot-drama guessing.

Finally you were home. Well, not technically. You were in Ilya’s palace, and after a long journey, and a merry dinner you went to bed.

Sat upright on the bed, in a dusty queen blue night gown, made of the finest silk, with spaghetti straps and it fell to your upper thigh. The soft sheets, pulled up over your folded leg, as you sat with one leg crossed the other dangling off the bed.

Moonlight streamed in, as your tousled hair was a little mussed from laying down. Eyes open, lashes casting shadows down your cheeks. Wide. Awake.

The door pushed open, and in stepped a figure. As he approached, the moonlight spotlighted him. Kitt Azer. Eldest prince of Ilya. Blond, beautiful, an extremely close friend of yours. Far too sweet and handsome for his own good.

“Cant sleep angel?” He murmured softly walking to pour you a glass of water.