Zenovia

I found myself back in Maksimillian’s suite. I was in the bathroom, facing the mirror after washing my face. My eyes and nose were still puffy, but I guess I shouldn’t care about it anymore, as I was in no mood to go out and explore some medieval castle, though I was excited to see Dracula’s Castle for the first time. But now, Bran Castle was not in my priority list anymore.

When I went out of the bathroom, I saw Maksimillian come into the suite and close the door.

“I’m sorry,” I apologised in a quiet voice.

“For what? Rejecting my comforting you?” he asked slowly as he...