May 24, 2016
Looking up at the sky, Adrian watched the swirl of a flock of crows whirling in the air above a fishmonger’s stall. They fought and cawed at each other, tearing at fish innards. The sight of such a scene was familiar, yet he felt like he was looking at it with new eyes because he wasn’t focused on protecting Princess Sophia today. “Do you think the birds know when summer will finally return?” If it’ll return. Those were the unspoken words of the question, because Adrian was starting to doubt it ever would.
