Kiara's POV
I stood there staring at him. He smiled. The softest kind I have ever seen on a man. Almost feminine but unexplainably attractive.
"Want to have a look around this place?" He asked. But for some reason I could not.
"Come with me!" He almost sang and I walked beside him automatically.
The place was grand. Well grand would not be able to do justice to what the place really was.
It felt more like I was being escorted through the architectural lovechild of a cathedral, a cave, and whatever fever dream rich supernatural assholes have when they decide normal ceilings are for peasants.
The corridor was ridiculously tall. Like offensively tall.
The ceiling disappeared somewhere into shadow far above, jagged stone arching upward like frozen waves. Long crystalline formations hung down like chandeliers grown by nature instead of installed by electricians.
Soft silver light seeped from cracks in the walls. No torches. No lamps.No bulb, nothing of the likes.
