The Hall of Records was nothing like Grace could have ever imagined. Because, instead of dusty scrolls and ancient scrolls stacked upon towering shelves, the chamber was sleek, lined with intricately carved stone walls that gleamed under the dim golden lighting.
A strange hum filled the space. It was low and constant like a whisper just out of reach.
Grace hesitated at the threshold as an inexplicable sense of unease curled in her stomach.
As if Jace had sensed her emotion, he placed a hand on the small of her back. "I've told you… you don't have to do this."
She swallowed hard. "I believe I should."
"I hope it's not because of what he said?" Jace gestured with his chin at King Lester a few feet ahead.
"You know me better than that. I just feel that I need to find out whatever this is and settle it as soon as possible so we can get out of here and perhaps this weird kingdom."
"Alright. Whatever you say."
"Thanks, love. I do appreciate your support in all these."
