The Dragon King's Hated Bride - Chapter 6: My Hope

... on the window sill, a book in hand which I was trying to read but for some strange reason I couldn't quite get into it.

The loneliness in this room was something I could never quite get used to. No matter how many books I buried myself in, no matter how many pages I flipped, the silence always pressed in on me. The days blurred together. Some mornings I'd wake up with the vague hope that maybe, just maybe, something would change. But nothing ever did. The same routine. The same isolatio ...