As we headed back to the bedroom, the castle was mostly silent, save for the occasional creak of the old stone walls and the distant chirping of night insects outside. We walked down the dimly lit hallway, our footsteps echoing softly.
Just as we reached the door to our room, we heard a faint noise. I paused, tilting my head to listen more closely. The sound grew louder, more distinct, and unmistakable—a soft, drawn-out moan.
Seraphine raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Is that... Lydia's voice?"
I tried to stifle my laughter, but it was no use. The absurdity of the situation hit me, and I burst out laughing. Seraphine joined in, her laughter rich and infectious. We leaned against the wall, struggling to catch our breath.
"Looks like Lydia is having a good time," Seraphine said, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, still chuckling. "Yeah, seems like it."
