Had it not been for the fear of bringing unwanted attention onto himself, Lauden would have run to the witch that promised him answers.
It wasn't like him, but his desire for confirmation caused shivers to ripple through his entire body.
Twisting the knob to the final door that separated him from what he wanted turned out to be more difficult than predicted, heavier on his hands...
It was as though it was no mere door all of the sudden, despite him using it daily to get in and out of his own room.
Nevertheless, he no longer paid mind to that once his eyes landed on the witch that had sprawled her accessories across the floor around herself.
"Are you sure no one else will come in here?" her bright eyes fell on him the moment he crossed the threshold.
"These are my private chambers. No one other than the Lord or the Lady themselves would dare open this door without knocking and even then, I'd hear them coming," his irises could not rest upon one object or trinket.
