Serenya
It was mid afternoon. The corridor was quiet, too quiet for a house this large.
My bare feet barely made a sound against the polished floor as I padded down the hallway, arms wrapped around myself, trying to shake off the strange weight that had followed me since breakfast. Maybe it was the constant sideways glances from the maids. Maybe it was Kaelith’s silence. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the presence of something… off.
I rounded the corner toward the laundry hallway, intending to pass through it to the small garden behind the east wing. I needed air. Real, unsupervised air.
That was when I heard them.
Two voices, soft, hushed, and urgent.
“…gives me chills,” one said.
A second voice, sharper and nervous, added, “Always so polite, but those eyes…”
The first scoffed, “Did
