The castle was quiet... the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears and made every step you take echo endlessly.
My room felt small... too small, like the stone walls were closing in.
I barely slept the entire night as my mind tangled with Fumiko's words and the fear of what was coming.
I paced,waiting for the first light to creep through the window. As soon as it did, I grabbed my cloak and headed straight for the throne room, my boots clicking against the marble floor.
Fumiko was already there, leaning against a pillar in the grand hall, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable.
Freya was nowhere in sight.
King Jirel stood nearby, his royal robes traded for a plain tunic and battle armor. His face was hardened and grim, like he was about to march off to war.
I was about to go check on Lucy, when she appeared in the hall as well, her steps slow but steady. She was dressed in a black thick robe, her dark hair falling over her shoulders.
