The Great Hall was once a place I adored walking through. My mother would keep it well lit and the carpets of royal purple would lead to all her special rooms. The conjoined study room where mother and father would spend their time briefing over kingdom affairs and events. I don't recall seeing them in there frequently, especially after mother locked herself across the hall in her private sunroom. Her reading room was right beside it. I remember always running in here, asking for a book to be read to me. She never said no. And straight ahead, the Great Hall where my mother would dance around and around in circles, smiling and joyous, in my father's arms.
It'd been abandoned years ago. Hardly any of the servants have come down here to tidy up the place. The walls were collecting dust and t
