It was now dark, Reina moved quietly through the dimly lit corridor, her footsteps barely making a sound against the cold stone floor.
She had wrapped herself in a dark cloak, blending into the shadows that clung to the walls of the old castle. Her heart pounded as she reached the heavy oak door at the end of the hall, leading to the library, its iron handle cold under her fingertips. She paused for a moment, listening for any sign of movement behind her.
Just as she began to turn the handle, a faint rustling came from down the hall. Reina's breath caught in her throat as she saw Xenia appear, her expression a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Xenia's eyes widened as she recognized Reina's silhouette.
"My Lady?" Xenia's voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the silence like a knife.
