**NARRATOR'S POV**
In the dimly lit corridor of the palace, hidden from prying eyes, the trio stood composed before the unassuming facade of a secret door. Veiled behind a tapestry of regal elegance, the door concealed the entrance to the clandestine Royal Gallery—a repository of secrets, scandals, and untold history.
Sebastain extended his hand towards the concealed latch, while Ramona masked and poised, raised an expectant eyebrow,Ava on the other hand brimming with curiosity, looked on with wide-eyed anticipation. As the latch clicked open, the door swung inward with an almost theatrical creak, revealing the chamber beyond.
The trio stepped into the hidden gallery, a sanctum where whispers of the past reverberated in the air. The atmosphere was hushed, as if the very walls held echoes of long-forgotten conversations and clandestine rendezvous. The muted glow of concealed lighting illuminated a narrow passage leading to a vast hall adorned with ornate frames.
