Anaisa was the last into the room, and she imagined, the most anxious. She needed Trace with her. Her soul ached from his absence, and her body was exhausted from the trek up endless stairs and through corridors of black stone.
Who lived in a black stone castle anyway? What kind of interior design was it to have such ominous surroundings? It was positively ridiculous!
She preferred the little farmhouse Trace had built before they were married to this depressing, frightening place.
Though she wasn't frightened!
No one could scare her enough to keep her from her husband!
Anaisa straightened her shoulders as she held onto Ford's hand and looked with surprise into the vast room.
This room alone might be as tall and as large as the palace in her home country. She wasn't even sure she could actually see the ceiling! The black stone made it rather difficult to tell whether there was simply shadow or an actual roof to this awful place.