As the omnious night approached, Ravenor led Elara down a winding, narrow staircase into a part of the castle she hadn't known existed. The corridor was dark, lit only by dim moonlight peeking through the windows. Some animal howled nearby and curious owls stared at the two figures passing by the tall windows.
With every step, the air grew colder, as if even the warmth of the hearths above couldn't reach this forbidden wing. Elara's footsteps echoed behind Ravenor's, her pulse quickening as they descended further into the shadows.
"Is this really necessary?" Elara finally asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper. She tried to sound confident, but there was a tremor in her words she couldn't hide.
