The corridor was silent, except for the muffled sound of distant voices and the faint crackling of the Grand Duchy's towers settling under the afternoon heat. Cristine closed her bedroom door with a soft click, her hair tied back in a bun, her eyes slightly blurry from having just woken up. ~
She descended two flights of stairs with steady steps, her eyes analyzing the details of the tapestries in that inn that she hadn't even noticed before, as if trying not to think about what she thought of the whole situation of her sister almost dying the night before.
Cristine stopped in front of one of the rooms, which was ajar, the soft light of late afternoon sneaking through the crack.
When she pushed the door open, she was greeted by a scene that did not surprise her in the least, even though everything inside her wanted it to be a lie.
