As she stood in the dimly lit corridor, flanked by the two stern guards who had escorted her, Liz felt the need to break the stifling silence. "May I ask where Lucian is?" she inquired, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.
One of the guards turned his head slightly, his expression unreadable as he curtly replied, "You are not permitted to ask questions, Miss."
The harshness of his tone made Liz flinch, and she quickly closed her mouth, realizing that this was not the place for demands or inquiries. The cold, unfriendly atmosphere of the castle was unsettling, a far cry from the welcoming environment she had imagined. Still, she tried to reassure herself that enduring this was part of the price of being on the right side.
