Author's Note: Unedited Chapter
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The tension in the air remained thick as Gustav nodded curtly. His expression was a mask of controlled bloodlust as he followed Stark through the hallways of the building.
They silently passed the servants and guards, all of whom gave them a wide berth, their eyes wide with a mixture of respect and fear.
The hallways were lined with ancient artistry of dragons and portraits of dignified ancestors. Marble floors gleamed underfoot, reflecting the soft glow of the wall sconces that lit their path. As they walked, the noise of the household faded until all that could be heard was the soft thud of their footsteps.
Finally, they arrived at a heavy, ornately carved door at the end of a secluded corridor. Stark paused and turned to face Gustav.
"Behind this door lies the reason I had to bring you here."
With a deep breath, Stark pushed the door open.
