¬ Edna
The days had blurred into a fever dream of whispered rumours and sleepless terror.
I moved through the castle grounds, racing for the prince's wing. Around me, the whole court grounds had transformed into something else. Guards lined every point, both outside and within the structures. Actual vampire soldiers and warriors summoned from their barracks, monitoring every single person that passed, both noble and servant.
The ancient sentient statues still stood at their posts, but they were no longer enough.
Not after what had happened.
The King was dead.
That thought kept crashing into me at random moments, derailing whatever I was doing. Each time, it would hit that he was finally actually dead, and even worse that he had been killed by his concubine, who was some sort of monstrous demon according to the serpents.
Where had it all gone wrong?
It almost felt like I had been the one to start this…
