Great night
Seraphine and I moved quietly through the halls of the castle, the thick stone walls echoing the faint sound of our footsteps.
The flickering lanterns cast shadows that danced along the cool, gray surfaces, casting an ethereal light around us as we wound our way through the winding corridors.
The night outside was serene, the air chilled with the crispness of an early autumn evening, but within these walls, there was an unspoken tension between us, a pull that neither of us had acknowledged but both felt acutely.
Our silence wasn't uncomfortable; it was the kind that hung heavy with anticipation, the kind that stretched out, making every step feel charged, every glance laden with meaning. I could feel her eyes on me, catching my profile in brief flashes of light as we passed under the lanterns.