Cù-Sìth's Crimson Chamber
The last rays of sunset cast long shadows through the castle windows as Gwendolyn ascended the winding staircase, each step measured and deliberate. Fresh from quelling the prisoners' pathetic attempt at rebellion, she savored the lingering echoes of their submission, a symphony that quickened her pulse with dark satisfaction. The ancient stones whispered beneath her feet as she approached her father's quarters, preparing herself for the delicate dance of deception that lay ahead.
The massive oak door protested with an ominous creak as she entered, revealing her father's towering form silhouetted against the dying light. Cú-Sìth stood motionless at the window, his massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to devour what little illumination remained in the chamb
