A stab of guilt made her steps falter half way up. No. I'm a Knight. I'm supposed to be spying and that's what I'm going to do! her mind firmly told her.
Once she was on the landing, shrouded in shadows, and out of plain sight, she felt for the door handle. She twisted it. Amazingly, it wasn't locked. She was almost disappointed. How curious that a man of so many guarded secrets would not keep his own rooms locked up. Then she wondered if he actually had anything worth looking for in these rooms. Valuable, or otherwise.
Quiet as the twitching whiskers on a mouse, she opened the door and stepped inside. It was dark, but even through the gloom she sensed a large room with a high ceiling, and could almost make out the fireplace and furnishings that graced the room.
“Luminos,” she whispered
