Chapter 132: When the King Returned and the Castle Forgot How to Breathe
Elyn's POV
I knew something was wrong the moment we crossed the threshold.
Not wrong in the quiet, ominous way the castle usually favored—but wrong in the loudest, most offensive way imaginable.
I heard singing. Awful, enthusiastic, soul-murdering singing. I'm not even kidding when I say this song could make one's ears bleed and make them cease to exist from the world in general. It was that bad.
At some point, I had to cover my ears because the sound I was hearing was so off-key that I could see it in the air, falling apart—musical notes clinging on for life but failing to do so.
"What," I said faintly, "is that?"
Zorathys sighed like even he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "A death sentence or torture disguised as singing," he told me.
"But why are they even singing, and poorly at that?"
