Back at the palace, the castle stood tall and proud as dark clouds gathered above it, the moon half it's light seeking entrace to display it light.
Servants move with quiet stillness, each doing the task given to them. Aria learned the guards had changed their routes.
That alone set her nerves on edge.
She and Mirelle worked side by side in the west corridor, polishing silver candleholders. Mirelle hummed softly, trying and failing.to lighten the mood.
"You look like you're about to steal something," Mirelle whispered.
Aria didn't look up. "I'm cleaning."
"Yes," Mirelle replied dryly. "Very… suspiciously."
Aria exhaled through her nose. "The guards moved last night. The lower levels are sealed again."
Mirelle stiffened. "That's not normal."
"Neither is moving humans without records," Aria said quietly.
Mirelle's eyes widened. "People?"
Aria hesitated, then nodded. "I overheard guards talking. About transports."
