In the dead of the night, a quiet figure treaded down the eerie hallway where a path of pale, white moonlight guided his way.
The soft, glow of the lanterns had long died down, but he didn't mind. He sought tranquility from the silence as crickets hummed, and blades of grass swayed in the background.
The moon was high in the sky, and he stopped to observe it. The stars had dimmed in the background, letting the moon shine its brightest. Not a second later, he tore his gaze away from the sky and continued sauntering down the hallway. His footsteps were light and quiet, like the whispers of ghosts lingering in the corridor.
"Your Highness," the guards greeted with bent bodies. They were wide-awake and on high-alert, after switching shifts with the previous batch of guards.
