The heavy footsteps echoed through the pristine corridors of the palace, drawing the attention of everyone who passed. The woman advanced with a clear purpose in her eyes. She had sacrificed many things to reach this moment, and nothing made more sense, as if her effort led to... nothing.
The palace was a spectacle of luxury and opulence, every detail meticulously crafted to exude wealth and power. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, embroidered with gold and silver threads, depicting scenes of victories and conquests. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft light that reflected off polished marble and gold surfaces.
The woman walked with long, heavy steps, holding the hand of a small pale girl who was completely absorbed in her red lollipop. The little girl wore a gothic black dress that contrasted with her black hair and red eyes, creating an enigmatic and somber figure.
