All the maid servants returned to their quarters as they were reprimanded and told not to wander around the area.
Aria felt the atmosphere shift, thr scent of blood and death lingering in the air, as thr night came thr castle grew colder, she rubbed her palms together, to keep her warm.
She should her whispers, everyone scared and alert.
She saw the royal butler, he presence cold and sharp with unsaid authority, as if sensing her state, he turns towards where she was seated, with a look of indifference,
The message came through himself formal, quiet, impossible to refuse.
"The king requests your presence in his chambers."
Her hands went cold.
She had changed into a clean servant's dress, her hair tied neatly in a bun, smoothing the fabric as if it could calm her pulse.
The walk to the king's chambers felt longer than usual, every step echoing too loudly in her ears.
When the doors opened, darkness greeted her.
