It was unnervingly chilling tonight.
Perhaps the fact that there were no guards around, unlike the usual, made the night more chilling and unnerving, but either way, the night doesn't feel good. A woman draped only in her snow-white night gown was walking through the hall.
She was beautiful, breathtakingly so.
But her face was now marred with concern; it was made evident by her brows that furrowed together.
And from her almost-hurried steps, she seemed to be driven by urgency.
Like there was a problem that needed to be handled right now.
In her hand was a candle on a small, intricate saucer; the only source of light that helped her see where she was going in this massive mansion. She eventually reached the left wing and, after going through a tunnel, arrived in a spherical room.
Sitting on the sofa to her right was a man with voluminous light blue hair.
He was swirling the wine with his right hand, not even turning to look when the woman arrived.
