Third Person POV
The palace was more quiet that night than usual.
The War had already taken many soldiers away from the capital, including Arthur. He had to report back to the battlefield urgently.
The once lively halls now felt tense and watchful. Guards stood at every corner, their hands always close to their swords. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting long shadows that seemed to move on their own.
Inside her quarters, Daniel sat near the window.
She could not sleep.
Too many strange things had happened to her in the past few days.
The hidden room beneath the palace.
The strange prophecy about a soul that travels through time.
The drawing of a girl with the same mark as Annabelle’s shoulder.
And the intruder Arthur had captured… the man who had killed himself ins
