The hallway leading to the main hall was dimly lit, with only the moonlight streaming in through tall, arched windows to illuminate the way.
Princess Elara Von Velden adjusted the hem of her long, crimson gown as she walked, her posture as regal as her lineage demanded.
She was returning from the restroom to the grand after-party that was being held for the first-year students at Ravenwood Academy.
As she turned a corner, her sharp senses picked up the faintest sound of footsteps behind her.
In an instant, her instincts took over.
Without a second thought, Elara spun around, grabbed the arm of the shadowy figure behind her, and slammed him to the ground with surprising strength.
Her knee pressed into the man's back as she wrenched his arm behind him.
Her free hand gripping the back of his head and forcing his face against the cold marble floor.
"Why are you following me?"
She hissed, her voice low and dangerous.
