chapter 27

Emily stood by the window of her new room, staring out at the snow-covered landscape of rural Russia. The stark, white expanse stretched out endlessly, a cold contrast to the warmth she had left behind. The mansion was grand, almost palatial, with its towering columns and intricate ironwork, but it felt more like a gilded cage than a home. She wrapped her arms around herself, seeking comfort in the woolen sweater she wore, but the chill seemed to seep into her bones from the inside out.

A week had passed since Emily had arrived with Kamsy and his father, Inishola. They had treated her kindly, ensuring she had everything she needed and more. Kamsy, with his easy smile and gentle nature, had tried to cheer her up, showing her around the estate and introducing her to the household staff. Inishola, a stern yet not unkind man, had reassured her repeatedly that she was welcome and safe. Yet, despite their efforts, a profound sadness lingered in her heart.

Emily missed her brothers. She had