Following a wild night, where disloyalty and doubt lingered vigorously over the palace, it was as though the very stones themselves paused their breathing, sitting tight for the murkiness that was going to slide. The unease was overwhelming as the moon climbed in the obsidian sky, providing reason to feel ambiguous about a frightful light the once-gorgeous palace. Shadows moved in evil dances across the passages, and the actual air appeared to drone with a dismal energy.
At the core of the palace, the chamber that held the Evil presence Ruler's lady to-be lay covered in a scary quietness. Seraphina, the fair lady who had been pushed into this universe of devils and enchantment, sat at the edge of her bed, a lone figure in the midst of the severe unhappiness. Her emerald eyes, loaded up with a combination of dread and assurance, were fixed on the fragile precious stone pendant that stayed nearby her neck.
