The next morning, Madeline was still sound asleep on the bed when she heard the chirping of a bird outside her window. Her scanty lashes fluttered tiredly, and her ears twitched when the chirping sound refused to go away.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, and her blurry gaze landed on the bird that sat outside their window. When her vision cleared, she didn't hesitate to take note of how beautiful the bird at her window was. It had stopped making those squeaking noises and only remained at the window, staring.
She hasn't seen any bird since she showed up at Whitebrige, and the sight of a pretty red bird piqued her curiosity.
When Madeline made an attempt to rise to her feet and see what the bird wanted, she felt the weight of someone's arm resting on her body, limiting her movement. Slightly puzzled, she turned her head to look at the young lad who was fast asleep beside her.
