The castle was quiet.
And Aesther could not sleep once again.
It had been a couple of hours since they had dinner and everyone went to their beds. Her room was as comfortable as one could be, but her mind could not be at ease being in this place.
In her former life, she had been to the town only once.
And now, even the air of tranquillity all around her could not make her forget what she saw. The darkness threatened to suffocate her with every passing second.
When Aesther closed her eyes, there was death and blood.
Restless. Impatient. Uneasy.
She could not bear to be in there any longer. Having no other option, she felt a strong urge to give up everything and just leave…
And so, Aesther left her room.
The nights of the Dragonstone mountains were strangely cold, in contrast to the hot temperatures of the day.
Aesther draped over her loyal cloak and slipped outside into the dark hallways.
