Behind the heavy wooden door was a dimly lit corridor lined with torches mounted onto the wall.
The walls themselves were crowded, lined almost haphazardly with tapestries and ornate looking paintings of...everything. People, landscapes, still life, bloody battlefields.
She cautiously stepped forward and slowly moved along the corridor while keeping her eyes wide open for anyone else, particularly any possible captor.
"The lady awakens," came a quiet, soothing voice from somewhere close by.
She hadn't realized how silent the place was until that voice spoke and shattered the silence.
It was so loud in the silence that she couldn't even pin-point where it'd come from, so unexpected was the voice itself.
Where is it coming from?
"Where...are you?" She asked aloud, purple eyes scanning the shadows for some sign of movement.
She didn't have to wait long to get her answer.
