As Damien led the way to the entrance of the grand castle, its towering spires reaching towards the darkened sky, a sense of foreboding settled over Rose like a heavy shroud. Above them, a flag fluttered in the brisk night breeze, its colors vivid against the backdrop of the star-studded heavens.
The flag bore the emblem of a noble family, a symbol that had been etched into Rose's memory since childhood. A silver crescent moon, its edges sharp and gleaming, soared against a field of deep crimson, the color of fresh blood. Surrounding the moon were intricate patterns of swirling vines and thorns, weaving a tapestry of ancient power and lineage. This was the Shelly bloodline emblem.
"Shouldn't we at least go see your family first? Why are we here?" Rose's voice held a note of uncertainty as she gazed up at the imposing facade of the castle, her heart heavy with memories of days long past.
