An Empty Room in my Mother's House

The upper floors where the royal family predominantly lived was usually a bit more secure, but Anne was a familiar enough face in the area that no one gave her any trouble. A weight lifted off her chest, she was a bit worried that with Erik’s death maybe things would change on that front. She was glad they hadn't. Consistency was good.She only had to wander through a few halls before she found who she was looking for; Wilhelm. The young teen was walking in the direction of his room, eyes trained on his shoes.“Wille!” Anne called, the boy didn’t look up. “Wille!” Anne was a bit louder this time, and rushed to keep up with him.He heard her this time, and stopped in his tracks and turned at the sound of his name and her approaching footsteps. His face broke out in a small and rare smile when he saw her.“Anne!”Or: Wille is allowed to properly grieve his brother with someone who might have a good idea of what he's going throughSequel to "Gabriel's Guiding Hand"