The bleeding man - I
There was just something about palaces. Palaces were meant to be Bustling around with activities. Not just activities by the royal family but even by the servants. Something was just always going on and the noise was had almost everywhere.
This time it would no footsteps, no murmurs, no lingering stairs that I found while walking to the first floor of the palace where almost everyone could be found at least once in a day. Even common people were here.
It almost felt like this was the haunted palace, left alone by people because of a ghost lingering in the whole ways.
The absence of the noise almost took the glory of the palace and left it as a place that was just decorated with a gloomy environment and luxurious items.
"Princess!"
I jumped and turned around almost stumbling down the stairs but caught on to the railing in time.