*Anaïs*
The ancient hallways of the chateau are dimly lit, but I get the feeling that the stone walls still hold the echoes of laughter and whispers of hidden secrets. It is like walking through living history.
Griff leads me by the hand, his fingers interlaced with mine, adding a sense of security in this almost unknown world I have stepped into. As we navigate through the maze-like corridors, I can’t help but feel the weight of centuries of history pressing down on me. It is both daunting and exciting.
Jean is waiting for us in the grand library, a room filled with books older than anything I have ever encountered in real life. His eyes light up as we enter, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Griff,” he greets, nodding at my companion before his gaze falls on me. “Anaïs,” he says,
