The undisturbed hallways appeared empty and cold; Cailina clutched her shawl closer to her shoulders. It was always colder within the mansion no matter what season. she strolled the mansion, alone, it was a marvel that her maid wasn't waiting outside her door. Fione has diligently served by her side, be it an uncanny hour of the night or earlier than the fowls' wake time.
She made her way down the stairs, the candle lights flickered as it lit the way which in the day was full of life, but now burst with the stillness that appeared eerie and daunting. Cailina was used to seeing this kind of darkness within her home. As a child, she heard occasional wailings of someone, but in rationality, it might just be the wind.
It's been a week since Cailina returned to the capital. She kept postponing the invitations she received for the past few days. She brushed her fingers on the paintings that existed before her.
