Celeste Point of View
As the maid guided me through the halls, I found myself in quiet awe.
King August’s castle was unlike any I had ever walked within.
It did not stand cold, nor distant, nor carved solely for power—
It breathed.
The walls themselves seemed alive with warmth, adorned not only with gold and polished stone, but with life—lush greenery woven into the very bones of the structure, vines trailing along carved pillars, and lanterns casting a golden glow that danced like firelight upon water.
Paintings lined the corridors in endless rows, each one rich with color, each one holding a story I could not yet read, yet felt deeply within my chest. Warriors, lovers, rulers, forgotten souls—each gaze followed me as though whispering secrets of the past.
This place was not merel
