The lamp cast flickering shadows on the walls of the hallways. A group of hooded led the way with Lord Atticus trailing closely behind with a mask of mourning on his face. Tonight, they'd bury Elena's body and announce the little boy the new heir to Mysthaven.
The four leading the entourage halted at the door waiting for a signal from the old man. He gave them a soft nod before they pushed the door open.
The candles burnt dimly in the room bringing a frown on Lord Atticus' face. Though he wanted to take over Mysthaven, he would never violate the royal tradition of burning the candles day and night until the body was buried. And to the best of his knowledge, he'd instructed that, strictly.
A feminine body lay on the elevated alter completely covered in a white thin sheet. The men moved to carry it but Lord Atticus could tell something was off.
