Ivan was still by the window of the library. He had been standing there for a while, just staring into the cold, snowy distance. The sky was pale and grey, and his thoughts were heavy. He didn't even realize how much time had passed until he heard the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. His eyes widened slightly as he remembered—he had promised Leonid they would have breakfast together.
He turned and walked quickly out of the library, his footsteps echoing through the silent hallway. When he reached the dining room, it was already empty. The servants were clearing the table and collecting the plates. A few of them bowed when they saw him, but Ivan only sighed quietly. He turned around to leave, guilt beginning to press into his chest.
Just as he reached the door, Leonid walked in, holding a book in his hands. He paused when he saw Ivan and smiled gently.
"You came," Leonid said.
Ivan looked down. "I'm sorry I'm late."
