shadows danced on the walls as the flickering candlelight struggled against the encroaching darkness.
Xenia stood by the window, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of the curtain as she gazed out into the night.
The air was thick with tension, the weight of their predicament pressing heavily on her chest.
Theodore was far gone, his presence a looming threat that seemed to grow with every passing moment.
"Why would you say that, my Lady?" Xenia's voice was barely above a whisper, a tremor betraying her fear.
"What would happen when she says no to helping us?"Reina sat across the room, her posture rigid yet regal, a stark contrast to the turmoil within her.
She was deep in thought, her eyes reflecting the candlelight as they flickered with an intensity that mirrored the storm brewing in her heart.
"She would," Reina began, her voice carrying a conviction that she desperately clung to,
