The hallway leading to their quarters stretched wide and welcoming, lit with soft sconces that bathed the stone walls in a warm glow. Zoe followed Sara, Nikola, and Dominic, her steps slow with fatigue yet tinged with curiosity. The events of the day had drained her, but the promise of some privacy and comfort lured her forward.
They stopped in front of a set of sturdy wooden doors, each carved with an intricate sigil of the Moon Goddess.
“This is it,” said a young attendant who had guided them. “Your rooms are just through here. Everything has been prepared for your stay. If you need anything else, let us know.” With a polite nod, the attendant departed, leaving the four of them to open the doors themselves.
As Zoe pushed her door open, she froze, her breath catching at the sight befo
