Author's pov
The darkness inside the castle was complete, swallowing everything in its path.
The only sound breaking the stillness was the soft hum of classical music drifting from a nearby speaker, its melancholic notes echoing in the otherwise empty room, like a forgotten memory.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a knock on the door.
Belinda's eyes snapped open. She had been reclining on the sofa, lost in the music, but now her gaze turned icy, her sharp, snake-like eyes narrowing as she stared through the window, her attention drawn to the vast, inky blackness of the forest beyond.
The knock came again, more urgent this time.
Without a flicker of emotion, Belinda stood, her movements measured and precise.
She walked to the window, her steps almost soundless, her expression one
