Arabella's POV
The morning came, or at least, what could be considered morning in a place where the sky never brightened. The air was as heavy as ever, cool and damp, wrapping around the castle like a second skin. I had hardly slept, my mind spinning with the events of the past few days.
But there was one thing I was certain of now.
This place—this entire world—I wasn't in my time anymore.
The more I thought about it, the more everything clicked.
The clothing, the architecture, the way they spoke—this wasn't just another country. This was another time. Medieval, maybe? Something close to it.
And if that was true, then how the hell did I get here?
I needed answers.
So, I went to the one place where secrets were kept: The library.
The castle's library was massive, lined with towerin
