"Is there really a need for you to carry me?" Rosalind asked the Duke in a hushed tone. He was carrying her as he walked down a spiraling staircase. She could not see what was beneath them because of the dark, yet she knew that one word would send an echo around this place. "You can put me down," she added.
"Listen."
She did and that was when she realized that there was only silence around them. His steps were not making any sounds. Embarrassed, she nodded and then decided to just let him continue carrying her. She closed her eyes, waiting for them to reach the bottom of the stairs. Not long after, he finally put her down, carefully as if she was some fragile doll.
