As the carriage came to a halt, Rhiannon felt her heart begin to race.
Old nanny's creaky voice broke through the eerie silence. "My lady, we are here." The surrounding area was quiet, and the ancient building looked as if it had been abandoned for centuries.
Some people believed that the place was cursed by a heartbroken mistress, while others speculated that a powerful force once resided here. Most residents of the kingdom knew, however, that there was a wishing well on the premises that had granted many wishes over the years.
The coachman quickly jumped down to assist Rhiannon, but she remained transfixed upon the building before them. No one appeared to enter or leave the structure, and Rhiannon couldn't shake off her unease.
"Do you think this is a good idea, my lady?" Amelia asked, coming closer to help adjust Rhiannon's hood in an effort to disguise their presence.
