Chapter 183 The Prince
- Michael
- Blood-red walls cloud my vision. I focus on the spiraling, floral velvet details of the wallpaper instead of the tall, dark-haired man pacing vigorously across the room, leaving tracks in the carpet.
- Roses. Mom has always loved roses, and this room is a testament to her love of daylight, sunshine, and those late summer flowers that bloom in such a rich, dark red it reminds everyone of blood.