The interior of the castle was a masterclass in dominant luxury. The bitter cold of the exterior mountain was a distant memory here. We moved through grand halls illuminated by roaring fires and enchanted, glowing crystals. Guards bowed sharply, servants averted their eyes, and the sheer, overwhelming power of the Lycan King resonated in the very stone walls.
Callum carried me past the lower armories, past the grand dining halls, and ascended a sweeping, massive staircase carved from a single piece of black marble. We bypassed the guest wings and the royal studies, climbing higher and higher until we reached the absolute zenith of the fortress.
He kicked open a set of towering, heavily carved oak doors, and the breath caught in my throat as he carried me into his personal sanctuary.
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