Ceasar.

I sat alone in Easter's room, the weight of her parting words pressing heavily on my heart.

Easter's room, the one I had provided for her, bore a unique atmosphere that was distinct from the rest of the territory. It was a space she had come to claim as her own, a sanctuary that held traces of her presence and personality.

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he room was spacious and adorned in muted, earthy tones that reflected Easter's preference for simplicity and elegance. The walls were painted a soft shade of beige, complemented by wooden furniture that exuded warmth and comfort.

A large, cozy bed dominated one corner, dressed in crisp, white...